Some call it vacation.
Others call it going on holiday.
I call it bliss.
Fisherhubby and I have been returning to the same vacation destination for so many years that we have forgotten the count.
We love it and sometimes our hearts feel more at "home" here than anywhere else. For me, it WAS once home - - - my childhood home.
Today I'm sharing a bit of this "heart home" with you.
The bell carillon at the corner of the Catholic Church. The "new" Catholic Church, "new" since my childhood days.
The Congregational Church - quaintly appealing - - -
From every angle.
"Our" lake glistening in the late afternoon sunlight.
I do so love the play of sun and shadow on the lake in the late afternoon,
My favorite time of day.
And just a little later, a lone fisherman sets out to ply his trade.
He glides silently across the water to take his wary prey by surprise.
Not to worry giant goliaths of the deep, he rarely takes you from your briny depths to deliver you to my frying pan.