For several years we have had wonderful vacations at the Finger Lakes. This year we are at the smallest of the lakes.....Lake Conesus.
Until the 18th century, The beauty of Conesus Lake was disturbed only by the canoes of Indians who lived near the lake or came to set their nets.
I came across a poem by A. Krause ( 1924) "To awaken in the morning when the sun comes up an shines And breezes gently rustle thought the maples and the pines To gaze upon Conesus and to watch the waves at play Is there anything more wonderous than the glorious break of day?"
Well this morning I woke up around 5:30 and went out on the dock. It was beautiful. The lake was very still and the fog seemed to skim along the surface of the water. A beautiful Herron flew overhead and two Kingfishers flew by together while chirping to one another quite loudly. What a lovely start to my Saturday morning.
Hi all :O) It is another glorious day here in New England! I love the fact that my next door neighbors have a blueberry farm... They have pick your own from 8-1 daily (except on Tuesdays) I do love not to just pick and eat blueberries but... to catch their likeness in quick watercolor paintings.
When I was finished picking and painting
I made up a little basket to take over to my dear friend Jan.