I delayed the posting of this entry because Elizabeth wanted to glory in pole position for a week. Now she's had her moment.
Elizabeth forgot to mention that I have been composing haiku for your meditation and surrogate Crystal experience:
Cool breeze, blue water
Children stampede the beach front
Lake ick everywhere.
or
Red and blue berries,
juicy peaches, fruit abounds;
Cool Spot beckons me
How about
Point Betsie sunsets
Glow orange, crimson, violet
Skipping stones strike heads.
3 comments:
I'm not sure how it happened,but your last haiku has become some transcendental experience that expands space and time. Seems someone in THIS Cook family (not naming names) also experienced a crimson and violet sunset at a lake and a rogue stone skipped into their head.
We also experienced a library book sale where I bought a paper grocery sack for a dollar and filled it up. Needless to say, we too are smug and our bookshelves are a little more saggy and a little more musty.
See? We are all connected.
Well done, sister. A fine meshing of the beauty and the carnage that befall Crystal Lake in the summertime.
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