A Pink Morning

I got up at bit late, about 7:20, as I was awake from 4:00 until at least 5:30 for some reason. Fortunately, I got back to sleep. I do this about once a week, and am not sure of the reason why, other than the fact that as you get older, you sleep less restfully. Perhaps the increase of guilt, though I don't feel that guilty. I do end up worrying about things that arent' worth thinking about, especially in the middle of the night: will I have enough to retire, how much of a problem will it be to take my boat out of the water, silly things like that. As to this morning, there was a slight pink glow over the lake when I woke, which increased as the sun rose, but now as it gets higher, the pink has turned more and more to white, tinged with blue as the morning progresses. The lake is like a mirror, and though its after 8:00, I just saw the first boat. It's a perfect morning for kayaking, so when Evie rises and has her coffee, I assume we will be off. We want to take advantage of this good weather while we can and it's supposed to rain later this afternoon. It's dinner time, we have the pot roast warming in the slow cooker, the buttermilk biscuits are warm, the bread is rising, and we are settling down to mannies and guacamole. We did kayak early, out to Tom's Point, across to Long Point and then back. We then dug the Japanese willows out of the ground, put in three privets, and Evie cut the lawn. Because it was supposed to rain, we sat out on the dock and read, as Evie finished Toast, Roger Rosenblatt's story of living with his grandchildren after the death of their mother and his daughter. Evie loved it, as it's filled with insights and touching moments. By the way, the boat went out yesterday, so all we have left is the dock. Billy stopped over, and I gave him two TV's that we hoped to get rid of, so it was nice to have some one want them. It's Columbus Day, though the lake is not very busy, which surprised us. Kayaking was amazing, being surrounded by an irregular bowl of browns, golds, and yellows, with just a touch of red. Our yard just began to change a couple of days ago, awfully late, as we have had too much rain, at least that's our theory. Lots of leaves though, as Evie cut the front yard this morning, though this evening, it looks as though it was never cut, the leaves never mulched.