Monday, September 12, 2016

Saying Farewell to the Cabin Lake Front

The pier comes out on Saturday…just 5 more days.  Once the pier is dismantled and stacked on the shore…the place we just about LOVE the best at the cabin on the lake is gone until next season.

I spent about 45 minutes down on the pier this morning putting together two little sketches.  The sun glinted off the lake and leaves are now floating on the water.  I wanted to say "good bye" to our little pier with it's comfy chairs, umbrella, and where we spent so many happy hours with the grandkids and boats coming and going.  This little anonymous poem is a favorite for this time of year...

Storing September

You ask me what I did today.
I could pretend and say, "I don't remember."
But, no, I'll tell you what I did today--
I stored September.

Sat in the sun and let the sun sink in,
Let all the warmth of it caress my skin.
When winter comes, my skin will still remember
The day I stored September.

And then with my eyes--
I filled them with the deepest bluest skies
And all the traceries of wasps and butterflies.
When winter comes, my eyes will still remember
The day I stored September.

And there was cricket song to fill my ears!
And the taste grapes
And the deep purple of them!
And asters, like small clumps of sky…
You know how much I love them.

That's what I did today
And I know why.
Just simply for the love of it,
I stored September.


  1. Love the poem. You and Greg have a safe trip back to the warm - and wet! - south.

  2. Seems like you were just arriving to your cabin retreat.... Beautiful poem.