So, the endless summer has come to an end for another year. As I write this, I think of the haunting, mournful call of a common loon on the lake, the chirps and squawks of chipmunks and red squirrels as they forage for the coming winter, the tap-tap-tap of a woodpecker and the musical notes from several robins.
The final weekend is the best and worst time to be at the #fortressofmoderatesolitude
. It’s so peaceful; many cottagers have already closed up. It’s also stressful; making sure you have packed up absolutely everything that must leave the cottage (especially food sources and anything that could freeze). It’s a time of memories and a time of more than a little sadness, but also a time of gratitude for the time spent here. We know how fortunate we are to be able to own this little piece of paradise.
So, while I am sad to leave this place for another season, I can enthusiastically say “Cheers!” To the cottage season that was, full of beauty and magic and restoration of mind and soul.
Thank you all for viewing, liking and commenting on my work over the cottage season. I do really appreciate it.