"It was imprudent of us, in the first place, to become authors. We could have become something regular, but we managed not to.
We were lucky, but we were also determined." Roy Blount Jr

"I don’t change the facts to enhance the drama. I think of it the other way round, the drama has got to fit the facts,
and it’s your job as a writer to find the shape in real life."
Hilary Mantel

Sunday, August 31, 2008

Strolling Down to the Dock

We woke to loon calls and quite a breeze, which has blossomed into a gale...yet nothing more than a small puff compared to what's surging towards the Gulf Coast.

After walking nearly a mile and admiring the wild asters blooming along our road (guess who forgot her camera?) Ruth and Jewel and I returned to the cottage. We strolled down to the dock to await the Big White Boat.

The wind whipped up waves and spume.

Checking the lake temperature, I find that it's below 70 degrees. Oh, dear!

The marigolds on the boat house windowbox are still blooming.

"Remind us which direction the boat will be coming."

I wander to the old well head to take some pictures from a different vantage.

And the boat steams past, right on time.

Back up the hillside steps to the house, to finish off the pot of coffee. (Exquisitely and lovingly brewed by the Chap.)

If you want to keep strolling, follow this link!

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