In my hands, the skimmer moves through the water like an open-mouthed whale greedy for food. We take in leaves, some Daddy-Long-Legs, a caterpillar, water-skimmers [water spiders] that are still skimming the surface as they enter the net, some dog hair leftover from the dogs’ water antics of yesterday and today, several seed pods off the trees and little bits of assorted plant material. It’s a soothing process and one chore that is easily borne. The morning is cool and the trees are rustling in the brisk breeze. Life is good, but the water is still too cold for a morning dip even if Sailor didn’t think so. Maybe later…
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