It seems most everyone is on vacation now. If they’re not, they should be, it’s too hot to do anything. The kid who mows our lawn went on vacation last week while we were staying on the lake. He got his friend to mow our yard for us. As we’ve been getting some storms and rain, the grass was looking pretty healthy when I stopped by on Saturday to check on things. I was wondering why it hadn’t been mowed, when P., the replacement mower knocked on the door. He was supposed to mow on Thursday, and he was all apologetic about not getting it done. He intended to mow our yard on Thursday, except that he got our house mixed up with our neighbors. As our neighbors were also on vacation, he mowed their yard and didn’t discover the mistake until his mom asked him just what he was doing when he supposedly was mowing our yard. Our neighbors got a free lawn mowing and, as he mowed it Saturday, the grass was freshly cut when we came back home.
Being at the lake was wonderful. Sleeping with the windows open and without the AC, I listened to the sounds of the water lapping on shore and the drone of a boat out fishing at night or in the pre-dawn hours as well as enjoy an early morning breeze. I didn’t fish a lot, but was often out in the canoe at sunrise as much as to watch the change of colors as to taunt the fish. The same was true for sunsets. Toward the end of the week, the crescent sliver of the new moon could be seen above the western horizon. During these times I always caught a few fish, most on a fly rod, but occasionally with a spinner. There were plenty of bluegills, but I landed one nice smallmouth bass on a fly rod and a couple northern pike that took spinners.
Sweet corn is now plentiful; you can buy it at a dozen roadside stands (most of whom you just leave the money for the amount of corn you take, on the honor system). Local grown tomatoes won’t be far off. It’s hotter and more humid than it should be; this combination that has created some nice thunderstorms. I like to be out in the breeze right before the storms strikes. I’ve always been more fascinated than afraid of storms; enjoying the wind and feeling like I’m in communion with God when the breeze rises and cools off the land. Somewhere I heard that the Hebrew word for Spirit also means wind and that feels right.