Jessica
Lake of the Isles, Minneapolis taken with my camera phone
My mother arrived in town today, for the Thanksgiving weekend, as she does every year. She used to live in Minneapolis, several years ago, but moved back to the west coast for better weather. Back when she lived here, we used to walk around our neighborhood lakes. We called it excercise, but really, it was an opportunity for us to chat and connect. It was my favorite part of living in the same neighborhood as my mom.
Typically, when she comes back for Thanksgiving it’s too snowy or icy to walk the lakes. Yet today, we were blessed with warm (for November) weather and we walked around one of our lakes. In fact, the weather was so calm that the lake perfectly mirrored the tree border.
I see my mom so rarely now that she lives half across the country that it becomes a special event. We see each other twice a year and each time I get caught up in the preparations. I clean or pack, plan activities, and cram Fun into every waking moment. I love it, but it’s exhausting. I’m glad that today, we had this hour at the lake. We walked, chatted, and watched mallards cut paths through the lake’s reflections, just like we used to.
