Thoughts from Lake Erie

Good morning from Lake Erie. I can write that, because I have two followers. How exciting! Jenny , my daughter, bless her heart. She has always been such an inspiration to me, and Rosemary and Thyme, the blog for which she is writing. I tried to explain to my grandaughter that I also wanted to be on Rosemary and Thyme, but she was in a hurry and she set this up for me in two minutes on her way out the door. I have to be very up front and tell you that I am the least computer savy person in my family, Even my husband that only follows the stockmarket is better at most computer tasks that I am. My daughter-in-law signed me up on Facebook, My grandaughter set up my blog, and my neice and grandaughter helped me to import pictures, and showed me how to print them out. I have now been struggling for several years, but I love it, and now I have a way to journal without writing things down. I am much happier typing than writing. I have my own blog! Our cottage is right on the banks of Lake Erie. When we refurbished this old place twenty years ago, we made sure we had large windows installed all around the lake side. This gives us a panoramic view of the lake on one side and our little bay on the other. We sit on a point of land that juts out , and we have a spectacular view of both the sunrise, and the sunset. The afterglow from our deck is awesome. When I learn to post pictures I will post some for you. I have spent many springs and summers, and a few falls, and also some winter time here. Mostly it has been a blessing to have this beautiful part of the world set aside for our tiny lake community, and our family in particular. There have been times however, I considered it somewhat of a deterrent to other aspects of life. The lake reflects life in many ways. It can be calm and serene. It can cause winds of hurricane proportions. Branches fall from the ancient oak trees. Lightening can slash across the sky so close to the water and the land I am sure I am headed for eternity. Thunder claps cause me to hide my head under the nearest pillow in the room with this smallest windows . Then the next morning the storm has passed, and the clarity of color and the beauty of a gorgeous sunrise is before us. I sit on my deck with a cup of coffee, and know there is not a place earth that I would rather be. Days later we have another episode, nothing so severe, just a rainy day when the mist and fog rise off the water. It is like a veil of gauze created in the atmosphere. I might find myself wandering around the cottage feeling out of sorts, muddled, aimless. I turn away and ingore the scene. There is nothing to see, nothing to inspire. It is bland. Sometimes in life conditions like this cause us to lose hope, and not wait for that beauty and clarity to return. We turn away. We lose patience and cannot wait. We look for another view.