Little Blake Lake

This almost got lost on my desk.

Henny took a creative writing class and wrote this about Sidetrack for a rhyming poem assignment. She sent it to Cindy, who sent it to Laurie, who sent it to me at spring solstice time.

I'll print and frame it for the wall, but it belongs here as well as well.

Poem for Creative Writing

Vacation time calls
What plans should we make
Go on a trip
Or relax at the lake?

The whole world is waiting
to dazzle our eye
We read the brochures
"Come see us," they cry.

We think of the travel
Be it car, train, or plane,
and we know all the planning
Will drive us insane.

The cabin is peaceful,
In pines near the lake,
the birds would be calling
as we would awake.

The packing is easy
the drive North is short.
No crowds to upset us
at station or port.

So soon we agree
Back to nature 'twill be
Refreshing and simple
For you and for me

I delivered Nan and Jo to Sidetrack with an ulterior motive. If I got them there for a weekend escape, I could uncover the convertible and drive it home for the summer. They could drive themselves home. (Nancy was a co-conspirator in this project. Maybe she wants to commute to south Minneapolis in the little car this week.)

When we arrived, we discovered that the storm on June 7 had dropped a pine tree right in the driveway. It had broken off at ground level, and since it was about 15 feet tall and 8 inches in diameter at the base, it was just a bit too heavy to move.

Skip offered a parking space in his yard and his efforts to cut up the offending tree on Saturday morning. An offer not to be refused. (There's always Jeff's Lake Services Unlimited if necessary. Or I could re-learn to use my chain saw and haul it up there.)

In any case, everything else looked good. Although the bleeding heart in the retaining wall garden seems more intent on blossoming than growing tall.

I helped unload the car and light the space heater (lows last night were predicted to be in the 50s).

I pulled the mouse decorated cover (some critters had been occupying the rafters) off the car, put the top down, and snapped on the tonneau (boot cover ). Then, after saying goodbye, I drove home. (Although I did have to stop part way home to don a sweat shirt because the wind chill was getting fierce as the sun went down.)

But that gets away from the Sidetrack story.