In May I traveled from Mexico back to New Hampshire to spend the next few months in a two room cottage on a small lake in the woods. The radio and wildlife will provide most of my company until my family arrives.
There are mergansers and wood ducks, and in the last few days the sunfish have begun hovering over their sandy, crater-like nests just off shore the way they do every year. A bullfrog, the size of a small melon, sits up to his eyeballs in water only a few feet from where I knit in the evenings. When fishermen trawl by, I hold my breath hoping we'll remain unseen and undisturbed.