The Day Before the Last Day

We tend to count our years in summer around here, which means tomorrow will be sort of a last day for us.

We’ll take out the fishing boat, the only watercraft still left in the water.  Then the rest of the pier.  And the swim ladder.  Oh, and the grandkids’ water slide.

So. Today has been the day before the last day.  It started early, when my husband was out on the lake before dawn catching fish.  This was his last morning for a while with a pole in his hand.

Dry leaves drifted aimlessly along the seawall, going nowhere in particular, oblivious to end-of-season activities and nostalgia.



Around noon we shoved off for a final ride in the pontoon boat, before bringing it ashore.

Hours later, after trailering the pontoon into the yard and investing some serious elbow grease, another extraordinary sunset marked the close of the day...before the last day.  Tomorrow as the sun sets we'll be celebrating another year at the lake, counting our blessings here under the sun.