Our little piece of the lake behind Doright Manor is my happy place. From my favorite spot on the sofa I watch the day unfold.
If you look closely you can see one of two fairy houses in the bottom right hand corner. The fairies are stealthy, though, and we only get glimpses of their daily activities.
Occasionally a snowy egret sweeps low over the lake. A pair has nested here every year since we moved in, and most likely long before that.
We haven’t spotted an alligator yet this year, but I’m always watching for the telltale bubbles.
Fish jump, turtles perch on logs, and frogs, who are quiet right now, have a concert scheduled tonight and every night this summer.
Lizards provide entertainment for my cats. They climb the window screens, secure in the knowledge that their furry nemeses are stuck inside on this late spring morning.
Oh, let’s not forget the snakes. We’ve seen a few this year, but the birds and the squirrels give us warning. I click to the squirrels and whistle to the birds.
Who’d have ever thought a girl who grew up in the dry, dusty Texas panhandle would ever get to live in such a place? Certainly not me. It’s heaven.