At my house near the village of Canandaigua, the Easter flowers are up but they are not yet in bloom. Once again I am showing my impatience as Mother Nature seems to be dragging her feet by withholding spring. Perhaps I am looking in the wrong places as I take a little drive to the southern end of Canandaigua Lake.
The Lake shimmers in the afternoon spring sun. The sparkling water tells me that I have been looking in the wrong place for spring. The trees are still dormant but the grass is starting to green. Here all of nature is just beginning to awaken from its long winters nap. There are some new buildings mixed with the old but my general impression is that this area lags by at least 100-150 years behind what is happening with the building program at the northern end of Canandaigua Lake.
I am at peace here. I strike up a conversation with a lady who lives year around in Vine Valley. She’s taking her little dog for a walk along the Lake and she like me she is enjoying the beautiful spring sun. “I just love it here”, she says. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else”. I told her about how I used to own a trailer parked in the mountains of northern Pennsylvania. It was the only place that I could go to escape the pressures of my job if only for just a weekend. Some of you will understand what I am talking about. Most will not. But I instantly knew that this person knew exactly what I was talking about.
“Why don’t you come back to the Community Hall on Tuesday”, the women said. “We meet every Tuesday and you can pick up a schedule of our summer activities”. “Perhaps I will”, I said. But the very thought of any activity today sends a slight wave of anxiety down my spine. To tell you the truth, I would just rather sit here in the sun and wait for spring all by myself.