The tide comes in. The rains fall unwonted. The storm surge pummels the shore. The comfort of a beach or a boardwalk that we’ve come to know and love is submerged in the waves, and those who are out embracing the adventures of the lake are faced with daunting challenges — whether they’re using a backstroke, a surfboard or a boat.
Not every yard has a garden,
Neatly mulched, lined in stone,
Sprinkled with seeds
And sprouting roses.
Remember Friday the 13th? The only thing worse than an unlucky Friday is an unlucky Monday.