Last night as I was trying to fall asleep, I started running through some happy memories of the cottage (always a sweet way to fall asleep). My mind stumbled across our adventures with watercraft from our early cottage days, and I couldn’t help but chuckle, so I thought I’d share it. Shortly after our cottage adventures
We’re almost here – cottage closing time – only a few more weeks to go. (Insert the sound of heavy sobs here.) We are extremely lucky at our place; we can stay through the beginning of winter and open early in the spring without being uncomfortably chilled for the whole weekend. Some things we’ve done to make this
The Smells, The Sounds, The Feel of Cottage Life Summer is turning to fall. I’m sitting on the deck at the cottage; shorts and t-shirts are replaced by pants and a hoodie. The blooms in the garden are slowly surrendering to the cool nights and short days; it’s almost time for their nap. The birds, chipmunks,
One evening after a full day of fun, the weather was threatening rain so we started to put a few things away and prepare to come inside for the night. At the last minute I remembered that we had towels and swimsuits drying on the line in the back yard. Brian was kind enough to go out back and I wasn’t far behind him to lend a hand.
We’re in year #8 with the cottage, and I’m pretty sure we’ve had the same conversation every spring: BUGS! How do we control the bugs? How do we get away from them? We have long conversations about our desperate quest to take our yard back from these invaders. Black flies, mosquitos, deer flies: they are relentless. While we do