The word "grove" was in my morning crossword puzzle and immediately there bloomed on my inner eye our beloved patch of lawn and ancient sycamores overlooking the Chesapeake Bay at Red Point, MD. My family has vacationed there since the 1950's - so that is many years of grove gazing! In later years, my cousin renovated the old cottage overlooking the grove to include a comfortably furnished screened-in porch to accommodate this pastime! And truly, as age limits the endless energy we had as kids, sitting and watching the sun dazzle the Bay as boats speed or loll along the channel is truly the best kind of vacationing! And while the sun-lit moments are the Cadillacs of memories, the cicada nights with the lone boats shining their way home and the faint sparkle of lights on the far-away shore are just as vivid. Granted, the view is overlaid with golden memories of decades. The true meaning of vacations is a break from the normal and the Chesapeake Bay was definitely a vast change from the Pennsylvania farmlands.
It was close to home by miles, but continents away in the imaginative playground of our young minds. Our rather carefully ordered lives opened up to water and sky.
We were transformed into the boundless.
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