We sat and watched as the kids splashed and splashed for hours.  I sat in my chair and she in hers; the Great Grandma.  I asked her, “how does it feel to watch your kids – kids – kids play?”  She sighed a deep, contented “wonderful.”  

A lake lot passed down through generations.  So many memories and so many new ones to be made.  The simple life… I’m thankful for this little place on Seneca Lake.

Thanks for visiting!