Life on a family farm
in the wilds of
Upstate New York
Monday, August 17, 2015
After taking us to breakfast at my cousin's delightful restaurant, our boy suggested renting a boat and going fishing for our Sunday. I am not inclined to say no to a spot of lake, and even though the boss is a bit intimidated by water in large quantities he came along too.
We only caught a handful of fish, but some of them were downright exciting...little bass that leapt out of the water, wildly shaking at the hook...sometimes successfully...a rock bass for me so I could feel all successful...and lots more little bass that seemed to think the boss was the mostest and had the tastiest bait.
We let them all go of course, and took home the memories we reeled in instead....dark blue denim water sparkling with wind-tossed glitter, all tied up with wakes of silver ribbon, knitting itself neatly back together in our own wake as we gently motored the entire lake, end to end and back again, trolling, drifting, swinging quietly at anchor. Spray flicking our faces, cooling the heat of the sun with water so clean it left no spots on my glasses. It was truly a fishing day, with more boats on the hunt than I have ever seen before. We laughed over the way the waves surged up inside an old stump and then sprayed out a hole in the side for all the world like those little boy stickers guys put up in the back windows of pickup trucks...I'm sure you know the ones I mean.
We came home in time for a movie together and then our boy had to get some sleep for back to work today. The sun found all the places the sunblock missed, but the little sting is just a reminder of a really great day doing what we love with the ones we love.....and I think the boss may have lost some of his fear of the water too...
Speaking of movies....a few seconds of peace...turn up your sound for the best of it....