At the risk of repeating myself, have I mentioned that I love all things about the lake; that I love the minuscule fridge that barely holds a two day supply of wine, water and whatever; that I revere the decrepit deck that wraps around the cottage, even though it leans and bends away from the building; that I have become attached to the quirks and irks of a poorly erected but much loved cedar sided haven; that I count on the nightly visits from the masked bandits; and even the shrilly strains from the bagpiper across the way have grown on me?
I thought I would share a few captures ...
|Looks like the chairs are having a work out!|
|Fritz loves my sister -- and her wine!|
|Everything tastes better at the lake|
|Our bathroom window dwellers|
|Our bossy red squirrel|
|Not a bird - at the bird feeder|
|The chipmunks felt neglected thanks to the squirrel|