|where I spent much of my childhood|
This was my Opa (grandfather) Kinner's cabin. The lake is behind it in the photo. My mom, brothers, and I lived out here every year from April to October and commuted to town for school & work. There were 2 wood stoves inside and no running water. Pretty hard core right? It has water now, but we used to haul big jugs from town every day. We would only move back to town when the roads snowed in. I remember how our blankets would freeze to the walls by morning if no one woke up to add wood to the stove in the night.
Down at the shore it was amazing! Much of the leaves had fallen and the seaweed (sea? lake grasses? lol) was wrapped and wrapped on everything from days of waves rolling in.
Remember, this is the prairies. There's nothing to block the wind. On rare occasion, there is NO wind. Nothing. Your ears ring because it's so quiet... so unbelievably quiet. I can't explain it. Today was a day like that.
We found masses of ladybugs getting ready for the change of seasons. Look at all the colours!
Believe it or not, I didn't bring my camera along on purpose. I just have a ridiculous amount of photos already. Eventually, I couldn't stand it anymore and took all these on my cell phone. Imagine that!
Look at all the beautiful patterns and textures and colours! Oh! I didn't want to leave. There's so much age in this place. I love the history and the memories. I remember when these trees were just saplings. Now look at them!
Wonderful. Wonderful! Now I'm back and settled in. I've spent many hours just sorting through all my photographs. There is so much to stitch. I'm going to sink in deep this winter and see what magic will happen with all my luscious fibres I've been stockpiling. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
Have a great week!