...I go here.
(photo by niece, Katie)
This is the cabin, the house, I share with my sister and brother. It was meant to be our father's retirement home, but prior to completion he became sick and passed away. That was over eighteen years ago. He would have been seventy-nine years old last Tuesday and my thoughts were all on him that day. I guess that was what was on my mind when I woke up Wednesday and said "boys, we're going to the cabin". So we packed up our things plus one friend and away we went. Three glorious days in the North, surrounded by a lake, the woods and a creek. The boys just played and played.
The creek water is so clean and clear.
In a previous post I showed off bits of the outside of the cabin. This time I took photos of some of the little details found inside.
A painting of my father as a young man, another piece by my sister.
Together, my dad and my brother built this house...I love that my brother saved one of each variety of nail used in the construction.
Pieces of my parents wedding dishes that now are being used once again.
Our eagle feather collection...before his death our father said his spirit would travel in the eagle, so each and every feather we find is a treasure.
That beautiful mantle was built by my brother from a felled oak tree.
I was wishing friend (and mushroom connoisseur) Lisa could have paid a visit. There were dozens of these black mushrooms that she would be able to identify...I wish I knew if they were edible or not.
I feel very lucky (is a five-leaf clover more lucky than a four-leaf?) to have this beautiful place to escape to...my boys are already asking when can we go back.
Weekend blessings! xx
