It’s nice to go places. We liked our trip to Cabo San Lucas in Mexico, met lots of people, enjoyed new experiences . . .
But Goose Lake always welcomes us home. Yesterday we spent an hour in the pool surrounded by thirty potted plants in bloom — geraniums, hibiscus, petunias, coleus, roses — then carried dinner to our favorite table beside the lake. While we ate, a muskrat swam by as dusk settled. A swan moved slowly past us, white feathers against darkening water creating a majestic video, then flapped its enormous wings and soared off to an undisclosed location.
Just before dark a noisy squabble broke out on the far bank when a number of geese voiced hysterical disapproval of some calamity among their ranks. Five crows perched in the hackberry above our heads and held a short meeting before heading across the lake, perhaps to investigate. Two late season fireflies that hadn’t checked the calendar wandered around among the trees in search of one last chance for love.
We pointed out to each other the moon that had sneaked up while we weren’t paying attention and now peeked down through the trees. As it grew later, residents of Goose Lake settled down for the night. The late evening stillness mirrored our own tranquility. It was one of those nights you don’t want to end.