Lake St. George is a tiny body of water but she sure is pretty to stroll alongside.  This is what I feasted my eyes on last night as I exercised my way along:

Across the road from Lake St. George is a golf course.  There was a dreamy fog blanketing the course last night through the trees.  These pictures really don’t capture the ethereal that I saw but they still give some idea of the postcard I call home.

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