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.
Welcome to The Cottage Wife!
My husband Brian and I have had a cottage on the Bruce Peninsula in Ontario, Canada for over 10 years now, and thought it would be fun to share some of our adventures with you.
Like any cottage, it’s a great place for friends & family and adventures like snakes, bears (real and impersonated), and renovations. And when it comes to those renovations – NOTHING at the cottage is normal! We’ve discovered that’s the most normal part of cottage renovations. I’m sure you’ll hear more about that as these have been some of the greatest adventures we’ve had so far. When we’re not in DIY and renovation mode we go hiking, fishing and exploring.
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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
We’re in the bush, with loads of birds flittering around. Of course we’d want to attract and feed them so we can enjoy them up close. Naturally, we had some concerns about bigger animals getting to the feeders, damaging gardens or worse – finding better goodies in our sheds. Our overall plan: be smart and careful
We live in Canada where technically there are 4 clear seasons. For cottage owners, we really only have 2: cottage season and wish we were at the cottage season. This is the start of Cottage Season. Cottage opening day brings with it equal parts apprehension and exhilaration. You just don’t know what you’ll be walking into. If you’re
On a fine early-summer morning, just a few years into cottage ownership, Brian was wandering aimlessly around the edge of our well-treed front yard. The ground was fairly dry and solid after the spring melt by then so he was surprised to have a step go squish. He stepped back, then forward and squish again.