|Crofton Lake Reflections|
(c) 2014 Jean Ballard
(Sorry it's out of focus, but Eddie was just soooo happy!)
Late afternoon on a warm spring day has a very special feeling to it - with a few hours of daylight still but not overly bright or hot - just a warm, comforting, chicken-soup sort of feeling as the trees shine golden, and the birds rustle and whisper as they make their final flights of the day, and the lake is so still and calm and beautiful one can sit and watch it for hours. Meditation time.
For us perhaps, but not for Keaghan who had the zoomies and splashed in and out of the lake and exuberantly greeted the angler and the cyclist and the woman with dogs that we met on the trail. Nor for Eddie who trotted back and forth along the shore, racing back to us each time we called his name.
Keaghan's exuberance and Eddie's happy smile just made it all the more worthwhile. Aches were gone, fatigue dispelled, we sat by the lake for an hour or more. Even youthful Keaghan eventually settled down to enjoy the scenery.
Or in the case of Eddie, to become the scenery.
When we returned to our cars, the dogs were tired and we were relaxed and at peace.
By the time I got home, close to 7 PM, Mitzi and Shiloh were a little miffed, but dinner quickly pacified them and with Eddie all tired out from the hike, the peace of the afternoon's hike continued into the evening.
Gotta love these April days.