’Twas the season for dreaming of slowing things down, Of lake air, tall trees, and escaping the town. Tucked into the Valley where the hills gently lean, Sits a quiet little lane — calm, ready, and green. Here, mornings feel softer, the pace feels just right, With Round Lake close by from dawn until night. A place for a cabin, a home, or retreat, Where summers stretch long and winters feel sweet. The road leads you in, paved, curbed, and clear, With power and gas already waiting right here. Let your plans take shape with the seasons as guide. Nearby, life stays easy — a short ride away, Ice cream, the marina, a meal, or a play. Boats in the summer, sleds when it snows, Trails through the hills wherever adventure goes. Flat land, open sky, and room to begin, With the Valley wrapped quietly all around you in. Not just a lot — but a pause, a plan, A place where a dream slowly turns into land. ’Tis the season for picturing what life could be… And 11 Willow Lane is waiting to see.
