We walked out to the marina in Beaver Bay on a lazy cabin evening. Almost every slip is occupied. We had not worked so hard at the cabin all day for once and had something left for exploring on the shore.
We've decided that we can let go of the feelings of haste and of being driven to get many things done while at the cabin. Let cabin days be what they should be, of relaxing. Nobody cares how much or little we get done there, anyway. We have asked ourselves, what is the point, if we don't know how to enjoy the break that cabin life is supposed to be. We're both pleased with the results of that decision.
So this time we mowed the grass. And then took off to see the lake. I should not even tell you this, but I will. A few years ago working on projects at the cabin was a break from the ordinary that we truly needed. But I think we kind of got into a habit. One weekend, I listed over twenty little and big chores that we did in one day. Isn't that deadly?
So we're learning. And somehow when Elv suggested on the way home last weekend that we go back up next weekend, too, I thought it was a great idea. We're getting some practice.
The trail up the mountain is delightfully full of things to see, if you know how to look. We headed up in time to hear Dave's sermon about faithful living. Next time we go up for the sermon, I want to take my sketch book and pencil along. Simplest way to learn what those little beauties are, right?
The rose hips are glorious right now. I looked up ways to use them and decided that my best use of them is right here in a photo. And in the garden where they live, being beautiful. I am tempted to try making a wall hanging in canvas of this picture. But I see by now, that I would wonder what I thought was good about this. You have to be in person, if you know what I mean, to appreciate this properly.
So that's my little report on a cabin weekend. And Elv got the plow truck moved out of the way so that the Superior Hiking Trail people can get through now to do maintenance.
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