Always Take the Time to Stop and Smell the Roses
Always Take Time to Stop and Smell the Roses
Always take the time to stop and smell the roses. Ever just want to get away from everything, for some quiet time, a place to think, relax, or even brainstorm. This is some place I can go to appreciate the very things in life; I tend to pass day after day taking for granted, never stopping to smell the roses. Come sit beside me and let’s enjoy this time together. One of my favorite places to stop and smell the roses is Fuller Lake. It is nestled in California, the Northern Sierra Nevada Mountains. It’s a very scenic drive, with breath-taking views. The drive to the lake from the highway is a winding road, mostly shaded by the tall pine, and evergreen trees. Along the way, I pass by several tiny waterfalls beside the road, and a couple of amazingly beautiful streams, of which flow up-hill. Fuller Lake is a man-made lake.
At Fuller Lake, the water is clear enough to see the bottom. At the bottom of the lake, I see stumps of what used to be trees, and lots of fish. Every now and then, I will see a snake swim by. I look up, and across the lake, I see many trees and big rocks that surround the lake. I hear the faint splash of water against the shore. Off in the distance, I can hear fish jumping, as if to say, feed me. Birds are singing from the trees, and crickets chirping. Here at the lake the dirt is what we call, “red dirt” and the air is fresh with a scent of pine. At the lake I can really take the time to feel the sun on my face and appreciate the warmth it brings.
On many occasions, depending on the time of year, I have seen deer, and at other times I have seen snakes; I do a lot of fishing. I don’t eat fish; I fish for the sport of fishing, catch and release. If I catch a fish that swallows the hook, it’s most assuredly a dead fish. I find another person fishing near, to give it to. Doesn’t happen too often, but it does happen. At this lake there always seems to be so many fish. I cast my
Always take the time to stop and smell the roses. Ever just want to get away from everything, for some quiet time, a place to think, relax, or even brainstorm. This is some place I can go to appreciate the very things in life; I tend to pass day after day taking for granted, never stopping to smell the roses. Come sit beside me and let’s enjoy this time together. One of my favorite places to stop and smell the roses is Fuller Lake. It is nestled in California, the Northern Sierra Nevada Mountains. It’s a very scenic drive, with breath-taking views. The drive to the lake from the highway is a winding road, mostly shaded by the tall pine, and evergreen trees. Along the way, I pass by several tiny waterfalls beside the road, and a couple of amazingly beautiful streams, of which flow up-hill. Fuller Lake is a man-made lake.
At Fuller Lake, the water is clear enough to see the bottom. At the bottom of the lake, I see stumps of what used to be trees, and lots of fish. Every now and then, I will see a snake swim by. I look up, and across the lake, I see many trees and big rocks that surround the lake. I hear the faint splash of water against the shore. Off in the distance, I can hear fish jumping, as if to say, feed me. Birds are singing from the trees, and crickets chirping. Here at the lake the dirt is what we call, “red dirt” and the air is fresh with a scent of pine. At the lake I can really take the time to feel the sun on my face and appreciate the warmth it brings.
On many occasions, depending on the time of year, I have seen deer, and at other times I have seen snakes; I do a lot of fishing. I don’t eat fish; I fish for the sport of fishing, catch and release. If I catch a fish that swallows the hook, it’s most assuredly a dead fish. I find another person fishing near, to give it to. Doesn’t happen too often, but it does happen. At this lake there always seems to be so many fish. I cast my