It happens every year. The girls are finished school, my husband has wrapped up another year of teaching, the weather is getting steadily warmer, and I'm cottage-hungry: longing to be sitting on a deck overlooking the sparkling water, dappled sunlight streaming through the forest, my dog panting away happily at my feet, next to the little cooler stocked full of cold beer, and my knitting in my hands.
(Thanks Ted Kaiser for the photo of beautiful Lost Bay Lake.)
Still lots of soccer knitting time for me, though I'm itching to do something new. I'm hoping to fit in a trip to Kingston this week to get wool for a new project with which I'll occupy myself on our upcoming trip to Nova Scotia. It's about a sixteen hour drive from our neck of the woods; that's a lot of knitting time. I'm thinking about perhaps beginning an afghan. Or maybe a sweater that I promised a friend I'd make for her.
Between all my daydreaming about vacations and hiding away in the woods, we are trying to renew our mortage and put on a new roof. Not very romantic, but must be done. The roof is overdue for this---especially at the back on the ten year old addition. Very curled shingles.
We visited friends yesterday at a quaint cottage on the Ottawa river. They also have three little girls, and it was wonderful to see them, and to watch the
children having a grand time all together. It is a lovely thing about summer, that we seem to be able to more easily set aside time here and there to gather with friends, to catch up and to take life at a somewhat slower pace, at least for a few hours.
WIth that, I'll return for a few more moments to my daydreams before getting back to work.
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