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Fall at the Lake

Because I am in fall mode, thinking about squash (ick) and warm food in a bowl, crispy piles of leaves, and wearing socks, I thought I'd post a pictorial of the lake house in the fall. These pictures were taken over the weekend where we went to give Daughter #2 a change of scenery for her recovery and to welcome Daughter #1 home for a weekend visit.


First, the house as seen from the lake with the pine-needle path banked by ivy. I'm pretty sure unpleasant things live in that ivy, but since I never veer from the pine needles, I don't have to see them or touch them.

The house is surrounded by pines, but there are just enough seasonal trees to provide lively color contrast.




Some of those pines.





The steps leading down
from the deck.







And the lake with a couple of fishermen.

Comments

dive said…
Wow, Robyn, that is truly beautiful.

Our leaves don't turn here for a couple more weeks at least; everything is dull and grey at the moment.
Your photos make me ache for late November on the Broads.
If we get a good day, I'll scoot down river and post some back to you.

I am sooo jealous of your lovely lake house. I have a fair walk to get to the river, and the nearest broad (Norfolk for lake) is a good couple of miles away. Drat …

I hope daughter no.2 is making a good recovery.
Scout said…
Hey Dive, this is about 25 miles from home, so it's close enough for a weekend visit. Our house is at the end of the road with water on two sides, so it's nice and isolated--like a tree house.

My daughter is starting to feel better--the radiologist decided she has an upper respirator infection but probably not pneuomia afterall--still, the same treatement and crappy feeling.
dive said…
Good to hear it's not pneumonia; shame she still fells crappy though.

I trawled around your area on Googlemap at lunchtime. I couldn't figure exactly where you are, but all the lakes around there make ours seem like puddles.
I'm now suffering from the previously unheard of medical ailment of lake envy.
Scout said…
Diver, we're in the middle of a series of lakes that were created in the 1930s, part of the New Deal, to ease the flooding problem that was so damaging in previous years. They don't look manmade, though--very natural.

Did you ever see O Brother Where Art Thou?--they flooded a small town for a reservoir. Same thing here.Oh, and don't be jealous. Do you know how many Americans wish they could trapse the British country side and say things like "broad" for lake? What the heck is that?
Scout said…
oops, I meant Dive, not Diver.
Sassy Sundry said…
That is beautiful. Reminds me a bit of where I grew up (near a lot of lakes in New Hampshire). Now I have the tidal river. Lovely house, Robyn!
dive said…
A diver writes:
I love the word traipse.

Since you're foolish enough to ask, the Norfolk Broads are man-made, too; formed from the flooded remains of thousands of years of prehistoric peat diggings.

What we're left with is a massive area of lakes and winding rivers and reed beds which is breathtakingly beautiful, yet annoyingly difficult to get from one place to another.

If I want to use the car to visit Richard, who lives about a mile away across the river, I have a twenty mile road trip. It's easier to just shout at one another.

And where the Broads meet the sea, we have a gorgeously bleak coastal strip which is fabulous in really stormy weather.

Late autumn or early spring are the best times to live here. Winter is a quagmire, and summer is full of tourists.

You've probably guessed that I love it here (or more correctly "there", as I'm in London at the moment).
Ahhh so this is where you retreat to when working on your book!! It looks like a place i would like to go hide away for a couple of years to get away from the hustle and bustle. How many BAAAATHS do you have a the lake house my dear?
Scout said…
Sassy, thanks!

Dive, sounds a bit like Wuthering Heights, with the coastal strip.

Rich, a couple of years a long time to hide, but this does make a good hideout. It has two baaaaths--two bedrooms, and one big common room with the kitchen.
Old Knudsen said…
Ah the Freudian slips in these comments, I like to spend time on the broads to, you didn't think I'd let you away with that one you diver.
Looks all very lovely, the kind of place Stephen King would set a story (though it would start in Maine)
dive said…
Not so much Wuthering Heights as Wuthering Flattish Bits.
It's definitely wuthering, though. Gale force winds howling straight down from the north pole and rain that only an old Scotsman could love.
Brr …
Ms Mac said…
Well I never! I nevere knew the Norfolk Broads were man made!

But I too have suffered from Lake Envy while fishing on Lake Erie this year. Lake Zürich is beautiful, don't get me wrong but Lake Erie, now that's a Great Lake!
Scout said…
Hi Ms Mac. Lake Erie is beautiful, as are all the Great Lakes, but in my heart Lake Michigan will always be the greatest Great Lake.

You've reminded me of a tale of treachery I experienced on Lake Eries. I may have to write about that later. Yikes.
Anonymous said…
it seems odd to me that Flattish Bits really could be all that Wuthered. guess I'd have to see it to understand.

robyn -- so nice to finally see pictures of your little retreat in the woods. (makes me think of the camp song "little cabin in the woods, little man by the window stood...")

I am jealous that you captured such great shots this weekend... I wanted to take some of an Ohio fall for a friend in California and ended up with rain and snow.

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