Summer on the Lake

It's finally here!

Once it started it galloped in.

The loons have returned ... and are swimming around the last few tiny ice floes left on the lake.

A skinned beaver carcass hauled by a rope out to the road has become a feast for flies.

I've turned off the heating cable to the lake and the hot water tank that feeds the in-floor heating.

My house is full of sand and dog hair.

Out my west windows the woods are completely snow-free.

All of the debris Tom still has to take away from the cottage demolition is showing now.

A somnolent fat frog dozes in the sun puddles on the road.

Birdsong before 6 a.m. wakes me before the sun has a chance to.

Tom, Clare and David, the flower gardeners on the lake, are outside planting and weeding.

Flo is waiting till she has broken up enough snow to start her vegetable plot.

My black earth needs attention, but I still have snow on the area over the septic field.

I should be able to rake the clover patch today. Lise and the Ryan's have done their lawns.

I am going to take my car to the car wash where I can vaccuum it today.

I have a tan starting on all my exposed areas ... and for two days I have been wearing shorts.

I barbecued last night.

Anyone who reads this and lives anywhere else is likely thinking "Ho Hum ... boring ... we've had summer for days or weeks now" but here at the lake it is still a novelty. Yesterday the lake was dotted with ice floes. This morning almost all have disappeared or melted to fragments of themselves.