Yesterday Hubs took Little Lady and handed me a paddle after dinner. I smiled at him in thanks for this gift, grabbed my fishing rod and tackle box and pushed off the sandy beach. As I settled in on the life-jacket covered cooler functioning as a seat, I smiled again. With every stroke of the paddle, I fell more in love with the lake, the setting sun, the peace of being out on the water.
It was a fine night, with almost no breeze. The water was calm and clear. The sky was a beautiful shade of gold as the sun slowly set before me. As I silently threw my line out I could her Hubs groaning about the spit up landing on his neck and I smiled again. I watched the ducks fly overhead, quacking almost as loudly as Little Man calling my name over and over again from the dock. Still so close to home, yet a whole world away.
These short little get-aways are so needed, so treasured. Time to be alone with my own thoughts. Time with nothing to do. No chins to wipe, dinners to cook, laundry to fold. No emails to check, bills to pay, garbage to take out. Just me and a paddle and the hope of a tug on the line.
I only stayed out for 20 minutes or so before I completely knotted the line and went to trade the tangled mess for the pukey baby. She smiles more, so it was a good trade. It feels good to get away and better to come back.
"Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves." ~John Muir