My parents moved us to Inlet Bay on Paudash Lake when I was less than a year old. A youth spent on the lake has served me so well.  When April rolled around and the final stubborn ice fishing huts were pulled off the water or sunk, my brother and I could start salivating over a rising summer.  The crocus flowers would peek through the soil and mossy carpeting would spill over the rock garden, greening up our lives.  In May, the air was dewy and moist and the days were long and built for fun.  I do not advise trying to swim in Paudash Lake in early May. The Lake itself isn’t yet aware that summer has arrived, even though you’re wearing your shorts and it should really know better.