...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.
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.
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.