THE LAKE AT BETHABARA (Mark)

Cheri had been on hold with the IRS for more than three hours, including four transfers - don’t ask - and I knew her Mini needed fuel.  I grabbed my camera and car keys, and took a short drive.  About four miles from our house is the intersection of two very busy streets.  And there is a lake.

The interesting thing is, this time of year so many lilies have grown you can only see a tiny bit of water; the rest is covered in vegetation.  Everything you see here is part of the lake:

The lily fronds are quite large.  Some of the flower petals, and water from last night’s storm were on the leaves:

A number of different plants are growing on the lake.  Walking part of the way around I saw at least seven different varieties of flora.  It was a beautiful evening, temperature in the high seventies, with a little breeze.

Some of the flowers were white, some a delicate pink:

Visually the scene is peaceful, but just behind you traffic is constantly rushing by.

A young Hispanic couple was sitting looking at the lake.  They only had a little English, and I have poquito Espanola, but we were able to exchange pleasantries and remark about how nice the evening was.

I then climbed back into Cheri’s little race car and come back home, stopping at the BP Station on the way.