Now that Memorial Day weekend is past, the dogs and I have the lake to ourselves again.
Or so we thought, until we went down to the dock.
My pet fish Walter is back. I hadn't got worms for him yet, so I threw him a piece of whole wheat tortilla. He's about to eat it in this photo.
I also tossed him some tiny scraps of steak tips left over from Monday's lunch, when a film crew came to the cottage to film the Chap and me for a documentary on church stewardship. But I think Walter would prefer worms to steak, so I'll be heading to the corner store's bait section very soon.
The lake is smooth as glass today, and clear as crystal. The heavy downpour last night removed the pollen that had marred the water's surface.
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