Time at the cottage is like applying a calming balm to the soul; the relief comes almost immediately. The wood-sided, low slung building sits nestled high into the cliff among the trees, overlooking the lake. Time spent on the deck is like being in a treehouse; a secret hideout from which you can see everything without being seen.
Saturday morning, we laid back lazily on our pillows watching the spectacular shadow-show being beamed onto our wall, with a Pileated Woodpecker providing the staccato soundtrack. Life at the cottage equals finding beauty and enjoyment in simplicity. Life is simple; life is good. And for that, I am ever-grateful.
|Our bedroom window faces out into the forest - and provides the shadows.|
|Red squirrel is the bandit trying to get the bird seed.|