Look! It's my birthday ... weed.
Let's face facts - not much is blooming in mid-August,
Just before my birthday and just before school started,
we took a desperate-to-hold-on-to-summer outing to Lake Cumberland.
The boats were all rented when we arrived, so
we took in the sights at the fish hatchery,
where only a certain sort of person is admitted.
(But I got in anyway!)
The next day, we rented the tiniest, fastest little pontoon available; the weather
was perfect for boating, floating, and sky-gawking.
Not so much for fishing ...
Is it wrong to pray fervently for fish to bite?
Look at my handsome husband out there, waiting for me with a float built for two.
He thinks I'm still able to dive in with hardly a splash.
Such a funny guy!