Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Graf # 12 Place

I call it a lake house, my husband calls it a camp. I don't care what we call it, I love this house. As I walk down the driveway to our newly purchased house the beauty of the scene overcomes me. I look at the deck that wraps itself around the home and wonder out loud where I should put my lounging chair. My bare feet enjoy the feel of the grass as I make my way down to the sandy beach area. Our kids have already made it to the water and are wading in. They love it, and the squeals of delight they make are proof of that, and sound like music to my ears. My husband puts his arm around my waist and pulls me closer as we stare out at the lake, the colors of the sky are amazing. Purples, blues, reds, this has got to be a Maine sunset, I surely never saw colors like this in Arizona. I feel like I am in a movie scene, the crickets are chirping and the fire is crackling. At this moment, right here and right now I am the happiest women in the world, and it is all because of this place.

1 comment:

  1. I think it's a camp until and unless it's winterized--then it's a house!

    Nicely described.