A serendipitous day
Yesterday I felt like a maple tree with the sap running after a cold night.
At 11 o’clock it was time to head home after a long weekend at camp. Mary and I had already snuck in an extra half day and it was my plan to put in the afternoon working at my office. Everything was packed, loaded, ready for our return to town.
The sun was shining! Heat radiated! The scenery was gorgeous! Spirits soared! “Let’s not go,” I said, wistfully.
Within 10 minutes I had a small fort dug out of the winter snow accumulated on the deck - enough room for two chairs to perch at our rail bar.
In another 10 minutes I had a cigar lit and a glass of iced tea before me, and sat smooth and comfy as chocolate on whipped cream, daydreaming beside the lake.
It was a glorious afternoon, especially for mid-February. The temperature touched one degree above freezing - the first such moment since last fall. I’m happy that we were able to bask in the sun on such a spectacular afternoon. My face just tingles!