There were many, many nerves and stresses with this lake. When we first came here, the LAKE was not visible, even from the hill. Overgrown with shrubs and rushes. Creepy, abandoned.
To the creatures! Valio!!! It will be beautiful!
Excavation work has started. Go on, how awful it all seemed. The excavator has driven halfway into the LAKE and is digging stones from the bottom. The view is not of a LAKE, but of a pit of stones. Clearing brush from hillsides. If you don’t cut them, they grow back, so you should cut them with their roots. The slopes were beautifully shaped. We didn’t touch the forest side, we wanted a more natural look.
We arrive to accept the job, our Ashrine LAKE is brown, brown. Like a childhood puddle in the backyard. It is cloudy and unenlightening. The slopes are mud. Wet, cold. We watch, we are silent. It’s a picture that makes you want to cry, and here you have to pay money. And not just one or two thousand, but many more.
So.
At that moment I was wondering whether it was really necessary to manage that LAKE for such a cosmic fee. And what if it stays that way. Bala. Not even a stream, but a puddle. Could it be the EIGHTH error? I neither understand how the LAKE is cleaned, nor what the process is supposed to be, nor what. I have to trust a stranger who hasn’t turned up even though he said he would.
And the lake-keeper, as we call him, repeats:
– Everything will be fine! Wait. Winter will pass, the water will freeze and then freeze again. The springs will flow and the LAKE will return to the way it was.
Andris is worried. He brought home two drums of water from the LAKE and experimented with keeping one in the backyard and one in the garage. With the arrival of spring, the bottled water of EŽERO has become clearer. With that image, we have also brightened up.
It’s beautiful here today. The lake has been cleaned and its banks have been shaped. The hillsides alternate between different flowers. There are enough lilies in the LAKE to sell a few, if you like. And we were worried about them, too. We doubted whether it would grow back. And the lake keeper, with his calm face and a smile, kept telling us:
– Everything will be fine! You’ll see. Wonderful location, everything will be fine! And the lilies will grow and the water will be clear again. It’s nature. This is the Auchrine Lake, into which the springs flow. Give time. Quiet.
