It had been cloudy all day. One of those days that just didn’t inspire me to start working on any of my spring projects. After dinner the sun started to break through the clouds and I grabbed my camera and took at ride along East Lake Road which runs beside Canandaigua Lake towards Vine Valley. There was a restlessness brewing inside of me all day which always seems to come when I know that I should have accomplished more for the day than I did accomplish. The garden needs rototilled once more before I begin to plant the gladiolus bulbs that I had ordered in the dead of winter. The seed potatoes that I purchased at Tomion’s beg to be planted along with all of the onion sets that I have been collecting.
As I passed Pelican Point, I noted just one family enjoying a barbequed dinner along the Lake, but otherwise there was just stillness and quiet. The boats remain parked at the marina waiting for the levels of the Lake to reside so that docks behind the lakeside homes can be installed for the season. The only other activity that I noted was a young couple taking their child for an evening stroll before the child’s bedtime.
At Vine Valley, it was the same. No one was to be seen. The sun was just setting over the Bristol hills and I began to experience the peacefulness that I had been longing for all day. The boat docks have not been installed and their owners are nowhere to be seen. The beach remains deserted of humans with only a few boot prints in the sand to remain me that the summer people must have visited this place recently.
The old store at Vine Valley has been remodeled but is totally empty, undoubtedly waiting for some new owner to try their luck at making a buck during the summer. The silence of the setting sun was rudely broken by the chirp of a robin who was upset because I had invaded his territory.