And today while we were all out, enjoying the sun and exploring what havoc the beavers hath wrought (three trees down - big, thick chips as long as my thumb - fierce little buggers, aren't they??) Bear running the chainsaw and rrripping up logs into lengths for firewood and the kids chunking stones into the water and the fool dog dancing on his lead, wanting to simultaneously run full-tilt into the shallows and go find the most ginormous stick he could fit in his jaws -
(you know, the usual spring mayhem)
and a car pulled over and a man asked if he could put his kayak in the water.
B and I have been talking about finding a small boat for in back of the house - my father had (still has, I believe) a collapsable canvas kayak that I remember riding in, cruising on the lake, and I thought being able to paddle around would be a neat way Cass could feel grown-up and independant and free.* Of course the water is only there for a few weeks each spring and fall, but the expanse seems to cry out for someone to enjoy it.
And there he was. And when he was through, he climbed out and asked if my kids would like a try.
And they did.
And they'll always remember that. It was amazing.
And now I'm going to have to get a boat.
*While I could still see him and keep an eye on him, she said in a small voice.