Sunday, February 24, 2013

Memoir Monday: The View from Our Cabin

Welcome back friends, to Memoir Monday!

Here are memoir posts from previous weeks, 
if you'd like to click around:

Please link to the other bloggers who've contributed their memoirs as well. Their posts are rather inspirational.

Summer's less than six months away and my family's recently 
reserved our camping/vacation "spot" for this upcoming year ...I've gotten to thinking about our past years there and how vastly important those dear days, those dear summers, those dear memories have been.....yes,  because of our planning, I've been pondering. And also because of  one of  my replies to  Monique's 11 fun questions 

So I reflect on summer after summer after summer.....


The lake. Our lake.
          The lake that captures western sun and turns glassy waters pink like salmon as day draws dusky. That captures eastern sky with new day’s brightness, flourishing crystal waters as an orange never-used crayon. That dawns with possibility and newness. Each day, as if untouched.
          The lake that sees summertime memory making. Whose permanence is landscape to our memories. The backdrop for so little, yet so much:  Horse shoe clinks. Badminton swishes. Dock jumping. Fledging friendships begun over sand castle building. Catching first fish. Rowing first boats. Grilling quiet dinners.
          And yes, even the mosquito bites, the sunburns, the poison ivy, the late afternoon, sans-nap toddler, tantrum-ing and rife with wriggling, wet sandy bathing suit.

For memories, like life, we find, even here in this perfect haven, are punctuated with the good, the bad. Those light, airy, happy and those etched with tinges of sadness or regret. Because our yesterday and our today are not all sunshine and unicorns.
          The lake that mirrors staggering old growth pines from island to shore. Alone. Unrippled. Undisturbed. Perfect. We dub it Tom Sawyer Island, our island in lake’s middle.
          And even in the weeds, beauty. Rooted dozens of feet below surface in muddy, silty lake bottom. Lily - pad clustered flowers. Delicate mauves and lucent yellows. Pinks, pastel and radiant. Greens, lush and lime-y. Radiance brimming as we approach and admire up close their inviting newness in screeching, clunky rowboat.  Nature’s decorations. These petals curving skyward. Giving homage it seems, to their creator.

And the summer sounds, the-unnoticeable-elsewhere-yet-intensified-here soundtrack of the lake. Canoe and paddler rhythmically slicing glassy waters. A widening V disappearing, reappearing. Whose continuous beat, it seems, if set to metronome, would not falter.
          The insistent cicadas. Grabbing us, pressing into our consciousness, forcing us to notice. Throbbing. Louder, thicker. Their near hysteria, unremitting, garnishing our senses. An awakening to the ever presence of God’s creatures. Even the insects we deem unappealing. These creatures, at the lake, our lake.
          And above, azure skies hold chunky, ragged-edged clouds of pure white. Sailing, racing almost. Casting silhouettes of pine, of birch, of long necked Canada geese ashore.
          Our lake is storybook. A storybook that is real. As real to us as deadlines, as commitments, as taxes, as ever present life, as eventual death.  And so, we create intermission in our lives, a schedule-less time out to touch this realness and live the lake’s story summer after summer.
          With those who matter most. Discovering what matters most.
          Even on days not idyllic, not picture perfect. When storms threaten and drizzle lingers. Days whose dawns hold sticky grey-ness and a promise for dullness ahead. Whose afternoons hold a harsh word for which we eventually ask forgiveness or offer forgiveness. On these days too, even on these days, it is a place where eternity is glimpsed.

          It is a place whose stories will be lived and relived in many times and many places: 
Southward on I -87 as we wind homeward the Saturday bookending our week. 

On a Tuesday evening two years from now after baseball practice, over an uneventful spicy chili and crusty Italian bread dinner. 

Over our Thanksgiving feast a half dozen years from now, pumpkin pie and simmering cider fragrances wafting throughout dining room.  

Or Christmas Eve a decade from now, tree adorned and Adirondack ornaments admired once again, as my boys settle into home after an autumn away at college. 

During tuxedo fittings where one son is groom and one, best man, two decades in the future. 

And perhaps as their own children, the same ages my boys are now, trick or treat together, flit around playgrounds together, perhaps even swim to our island or cast fishing lines together.

          Our lake is the closest place to Heaven that there is on Earth.

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  1. Oh my goodness Chris I was going to settle for just spring with some more sunshine, but NOW you have me yearning for REAL SUMMER all the way! Can't wait to hang out at a lake and soak up the rays :) Wonderful thoughts!
    Blessings Denise

    1. Thanks Denise, for the kind words....Love that you linked up, heading over to your blog now, friend...:)
      God bless

  2. The lake sounds so wonderful. It looks beautiful. It looks like an amazing place to relax, vacation and spend time as a family. We have talked about trying to find a spot like that to go camping. I am ready for spring and summer.

    1. Thanks Monique...! Yes, we;re really fortunate that we fell into this place..lots of memories and yes, very relaxing!


  3. It looks so lovely at the lake, Chris! What an amazing blessing to be able to have somewhere like that to spend time as a family! Just beautiful! :-)

    1. Thanks for taking the time to comment, Lisa! And yes, it IS a blessing..beautiful spot...
      Take care, friend...:)

  4. how great to have a camping place to go to every year and near a lake too!!! my kids would absolutely love this. We used to camp when we lived in the states but haven't since living in England but it is something we hope to resume when we return home this summer. I love seeing your kids growing up in the pictures. They change so much in just a year don't they. you don't realize until you look back at the pictures, at least I don't and then I tear up cause it is going so fast:)

    May you continue to have many more wonderful trips to the lake with you family

    1. I know, great point about the pictures and the kids true....It DOES go quickly!
      Well, it is too bad that you are not moving to The East! We could meet you up in the Adirondacks of NYS!

      Thanks for reading/commenting, friend!

  5. Thanks for hosting, Chris. I'm looking forward to reading everyone's contributions for the week!

    1. Thank YOU, Ultreya, for stopping in and linking up. I am headed over to your blog now...
      Thanks Friend...

    2. Your summers at your lake sound fabulous!

  6. Love this, just LOVE this! :) xoxo Denice

    1. Thank you, friend!
      Miss you much and very happy to see you here!


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