SPRINGTIME IN KAWARTHA
Just a few weeks ago a thick layer of ice covered the southern side of the lake, under our camp. The ice cold contrasted sharply with the heat of the evening sun. We walked on the frozen ground that fell out of the winter snow flock, one of the first to meet the beginning of the fishing season in Ontario.
The smell of wet ground, fiery smoke and freshly ground coffee worked, and it passed through the crisp morning air. The sun rose together with the mist of the lake. The ringing of birds, crackling of firewood and ripples of running water only added to the conversation.