Lorna Doones

Yesterday at the market I picked up a box of Loran Doone cookies. Eating them now as I work on my paper, I’m drawn back to childhood memories of Lake Arrowhead — boating over to the village to pick up snacks, playing on the island, water skiing, swimming…cleaning the house. Man, that place was always full of cobwebs — and spiders!

Point is, I remember sitting out in the sun in the middle of the lake, eating these cookies. Its a nice memory.

And if I don’t stop soon, I’m going to end up eating the whole box.