The Heart Of Selmer Lake
We all have a place closest to our hearts, a place where we may travel to once, or many times. A place that draws us in because it reminds us of serenity, beauty, maybe even calmness. To me, these words describe my grandparent’s cottage on Selmer Lake in Iola. My family packed this famous cottage full of memories made from years before I can remember. Standing tall, the light blue A-frame sits on a small lake surrounded by a dense woods, with cranes as loud as the morning’s alarm. However, this cottage on the lake feels of peacefulness and love, throughout all the noise.
Every July, Grandma, Grandpa, my cousins, Jacob and Jason, and I hop in the crowded cherry red Subaru Forester, as we prepare to take the hefty …show more content…
The cottage stays filled with silence, for at least two hours, while the boys relax downstairs on the plaid couch, as green as a Christmas tree. The boys play as many games on their phones or blue covered Nintendo 3DS as they can without internet connection. Conversations between us occur hushed, with Grandma and Grandpa still fast asleep. Breakfast usually consists of bowls of brown, puffed cereal for Jason and I, but Jacob waits for grandma, because of his preference against breakfast foods. The cottage feels of simplicity and peace in the morning. Yet, as the day goes on, the cottage shifts into a house filled with noise. Even with the sun shining brightly through the grand windows in the front, no one stays inside for long. As the day goes on the sky fills with beautiful copper and lavender and any color left of the days baby blue skies fades away. Shiny, silver Diet Cola cans and bright orange flames tell us that the day will soon end, allowing the silent sun to fall. Marshmallows and chocolate come together for a hug between graham crackers Grandma brings out in plastic freezer bags. We chew peanuts, that may or may not still remain from last years cottage trip, spitting the salty shells into the roaring fire. Scaly, emerald-colored frogs plunge themselves into the fire pit, hoping Jacob’s bravery might rescue them before they sizzle and sear like the beef hot dogs earlier cooked on Grandpa’s petite red grill.
We all have a place closest to our hearts, a place where we may travel to once, or many times. A place that draws us in because it reminds us of serenity, beauty, maybe even calmness. To me, these words describe my grandparent’s cottage on Selmer Lake in Iola. My family packed this famous cottage full of memories made from years before I can remember. Standing tall, the light blue A-frame sits on a small lake surrounded by a dense woods, with cranes as loud as the morning’s alarm. However, this cottage on the lake feels of peacefulness and love, throughout all the noise.
Every July, Grandma, Grandpa, my cousins, Jacob and Jason, and I hop in the crowded cherry red Subaru Forester, as we prepare to take the hefty …show more content…
The cottage stays filled with silence, for at least two hours, while the boys relax downstairs on the plaid couch, as green as a Christmas tree. The boys play as many games on their phones or blue covered Nintendo 3DS as they can without internet connection. Conversations between us occur hushed, with Grandma and Grandpa still fast asleep. Breakfast usually consists of bowls of brown, puffed cereal for Jason and I, but Jacob waits for grandma, because of his preference against breakfast foods. The cottage feels of simplicity and peace in the morning. Yet, as the day goes on, the cottage shifts into a house filled with noise. Even with the sun shining brightly through the grand windows in the front, no one stays inside for long. As the day goes on the sky fills with beautiful copper and lavender and any color left of the days baby blue skies fades away. Shiny, silver Diet Cola cans and bright orange flames tell us that the day will soon end, allowing the silent sun to fall. Marshmallows and chocolate come together for a hug between graham crackers Grandma brings out in plastic freezer bags. We chew peanuts, that may or may not still remain from last years cottage trip, spitting the salty shells into the roaring fire. Scaly, emerald-colored frogs plunge themselves into the fire pit, hoping Jacob’s bravery might rescue them before they sizzle and sear like the beef hot dogs earlier cooked on Grandpa’s petite red grill.