I took a drive this morning. Down a road I know and around a corner onto a road that’s familiar but still unknown to me. As I drove from one road I didn’t really know onto another which I guessed I’d never driven on in all of my life, I passed some lakes. Small lakes. Medium lakes, some swamps and a river, maybe two. I couldn’t be sure if it was the same river or another river since rivers are like that. Each body of water, no matter the depth or color or typical clarity was sparkly in the brisk March sunshine. Each hue the bluest of blues. Each lake, if I were the sort who didn’t know better, looked pretty nice. That’s when I checked my watch and realized what time it was: It’s Terrible Lake Prime Selling Season™️! You don’t want to sell these houses in the heat of summer when the algae blooms and the weeds choke and the water temps hit 82 leaving the fish gasping for air. If you thought the spring selling season was already well underway, you were only partially right. It started at Lake Geneva in January, but today, this glorious blue-bird day, it’s peak selling season if you’re desperate to convince yourself that the smaller, terrible lakes really aren’t so awful.
Above: Geneva Lake. Shimmery and perfect no matter the season.