Be careful what you fish for, um, wish for.

Take a lake, add worm and hook, and you might get your wish.

We are visiting my father on his lake for a couple of weeks. This is a very different part of the country. The thing that strikes me most is the wonderful end of summer concert put on by the grasshoppers, june bugs and crickets. The party is loud and only gets louder when the sun goes down. I like to lay in the tall grass and just listen to the surround sound. Perfect syncopation, perfect improv.

Looky there: Anna lost her first baby tooth.