The loons, their baleful calls a northern equivalent to the morning rooster, beckoned, and so the day began with a flat, slate sky and smoky wisps on the lake that roiled in the morning breeze.We drank coffee while watching the mist burn off the lake. The clouds gathered, then pulled apart and gathered again, dancing their show of drama set apart by slivers of cerulean sky. We waited in the shadow of the hills until the sun made its way to our patch of grass.
Later, we languished each in our own place with books, or guitar, canoe, or fishing rod. The morning turned into a fiery afternoon. Taking turns we started the ritual dunking of our sun-soaked bodies in the cooling, reviving water.
Snacks and beers and naps and walks later, friends arrived with groceries. Peppers and garlic, seafood and pasta spilled out onto the wood-topped counter. A festive bottle of rosè was poured all around and the chopping, the sautéing, the discussion about dinner was underway.
Malivoire Ladybug Rosè 2012: lively afternoon drinking with strawberry and cherry aromas;a little on the fuller side of light but juicy and refreshing just the same ($15.95).