We were wrong.
Ice-Out on March 4th was the earliest anyone could remember but April and the first week of May seemed to be one long stretch of raw, cold and rainy weather.
Outside work around our Camp was halted. Even the people that you met at the Post Office or the dump seemed grumpy.
Yesterday, May 12th, all that changed and for the first time you could actually feel and smell that spring was in the air.
A warm sun, crystal clear skies and a gentle breeze brought back memories of past spring seasons and the lead up to a summer filled with family and fun on the lake.
Taking a break from cutting up some fallen pine boughs I sat by the edge of the water with my coffee lost in my own thoughts.
Then, as If on cue from the raised baton of an orchestra conductor, I heard it. The soulful wail of a loon not far out in the water. She was alone and her plumage was strikingly beautiful. Almost at once the baton was raised once more and a hawk soared in from the south circling over head as if to see whether the the loon had discovered a school of fish fresh for the taking.
Sitting there, in the warm sunshine, I could not help but wonder if at that moment they too could feel that spring at last had arrived on the lake all three of us consider to be our home.
