Yesterday the lake was like glass, barely stirred by the slight breeze that provided welcome relief from the sun and heat. The water was clear and blessedly refreshing. What better setting for breakfast than sitting on the patio, under the rustling shade of the poplar trees, overlooking this vista. A wonderful place to write, to read, to think about life, to simply be. Satisfied. Still. Serene.
A setting like this needs only the simplest of breakfasts, a bowl of cinnamon-scented oatmeal, topped with chopped strawberries and plump blueberries, their red and blue complementing the red wooden table at the shore and the strip of deepest blue water far, far away, the place where the lake takes us in our imaginings.
