There is a small pond down by the hangar, en route to the Mountain Lookout Trail. It is a quiet, meditative spot (when not occupied by beavers, who do their best to flood the laneway). The edges of the pond are filled in with wild asters, pearly everlasting, bullrushes, sedges and other wetland flowers.
The bucks come there to rub off the velvet on their antlers. Woodpeckers drop by to drill into the old stump at the water's edge. Ducks paddle about. Small fish jump, leaving the tiniest of ripples.
Being quiet and protected, the surface acts like a mirror, untroubled by the wind on the lake, giving back the reflection of the trees and the sky until it is a 360 degree circle of colour.
And just now, there is a solitary waterlily in bloom. It's very Zen...
and the best part... the deer won't eat it... and it won't get touched by the frost!
Gorgeous picture, gorgeous writing. Looks and sounds idyllic.
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