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Blogging Logging

This is the second evening in a row I'm spending with Elv in the woods. He's working late tonight to beat the rain because then it will be too muddy. A lot of too muddy already in our year.
   Last night I brought the Jeep and canoe and supper out so that we could fish the little lake here in this woods. It is a deep, dark pool of water with no grasses or lily pads in it. At dusk the quiet surface is broken again and again all around our silent canoe by fish. We see the silvery flash of their tails many times.  They're feeding but not on worms on a hook.
   We were entranced by the lovely quiet, the two of us in our canoe suspended in the middle, hung in glass between two worlds: the sky and trees mirrored perfectly all around, the tangible up, the reflection down. I always think I should be able to describe this place in words. Stepping into a mirror sort of says it. But this is real.
    We heard a deer coming down to the water toward us. It must have sensed us last min…

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