So I'm cocooning in my home office, working on the computer. Outside it's cold and drizzly. With no wind, the lake is shiny and steel-grey, dappled with raindrops and ringed with the reds, yellows and oranges of fall.
And what else do my wondering eyes behold? A fishing boat trailing a silvery wake, carrying two poncho-wearing fisher-persons up to their favorite fishin' hole. Wow. They must really be biting. Maybe the steelhead are running.
Me, I'm brewing another pot of coffee, throwing another log on the fire and putting my feet up. There's no place I need to go and I'm pretty sure the fish are content right where they are.
Bistrot du Paradou
4 weeks ago
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