You're braver than you believe,
stronger than you seem,
and smarter than you think.
(AA Milne)
The cabin, as the summer moves along, simmers into the routines that becomes a kind of mesmerizing center of our world. The climate, the smells, the sounds are so different from our other life. A life of wood smoke, piney smells, marshmallows and tiny flowers. A life of quiet or wild storms, lapping lakeside water at the pier. Reading on the summer porch, drawing in the studio, examining a weevil, watching caterpillars eat. The gorgeous berry colors, the pesky mosquitoes, baking cookies in the old oven, streaming church on the computer, wearing flannel shirts and jeans, seeing so many stars. SO quiet here.
Sitting on the pier and looking down into the water. Smiling over the plethora of rocks...where have they been for all those years? Rolling around in this lake or along the shores...boulders now broken into stones. Old, old, old. Thinking about that new telescope now showing us photos of our universe beyond our dreaming...surely where those rocks came from originally? My grandsons skip them across the dark waves. Sending them back to roll in again some day.
Family comes and goes. Good times. Memories.
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