I always seem to find a richness of material at the lakehouse. It's an incredible source of inspiration. Even though I'm only here for an overnight visit, I was blessed to have a gorgeous day. The sun was out, there was a soft breeze on the dock, and the lake was relatively still.
The minute we arrived, the deafening sound of pure silence hit. It is so intoxicating and peaceful. Perfect for a writer who finds comfort and bliss in quietude. I crave it and appreciate it in my own home; however, the lakehouse is completely different. The atmosphere and surroundings are my idea of paradise.
The view from the deck fills me with a sense of calm. There are tall, slim pine trees surrounding a larger oak. Stone pathways lead you down to the lake, with a large deck and sitting area. This afternoon, I was able to spy two mallard ducks floating across my path in the water. A serenade of tinkling windchimes provided soft background music.
Standing at another side of the deck, I got to feel the buddings of pine cones...just now starting to form. It's a magical place that, much like Howling Woods Farm (from a previous blog), reminds me I can still find venues where I can feel 'at home.'