take me back

What’s that saying: you don`t know what you have until it’s gone? I`m talking about you, summer.  I didn’t show nearly enough appreciation for you while you were here.  You were so lovely to me, and I cranked up the A/C and complained it was too hot out.

Summertime, guys- remember summertime?!

Yeah, me too.  Cocktails on a patio, walking outside without a parka, sunlight until practically 9pm….  It’s just the best!

For me, summer means cottaging.  I`m so lucky to have a family cottage, which my grandparents built.  When I was a pre-teen, I got to spend all of my middle-school summers there. I when I say I “got to,” I mean my parent dragged my sister & I, kicking and screaming, to this beautiful place.   We hated it. It just wasn’t cool enough for us. How were we supposed to see our friends? They would all obviously forget about us completely over the summer!

Swimming in the lake.

Epic pancake breakfast

This is the view from my cottage.  For reals.  Don`t you kinda want to kick 12 year old me, and tell her that someday, when she has to work & pay bills, she`ll consider herself insanely lucky to have such a crazy beautiful place to get away to?  She`d laugh at you of course.  No way man. Cottages are lame-o.

Dress weather & a cold drink at the cottage, what could be better than that :-)

Buddy girl all ready to go cottaging.

Cool flower shot my Mom took.

Sunny weather; I cannot wait for warm, sunny weather again!

So there you have it- the bane of my 12-year old existence. I`m currently counting down the days until I can go back.  Technically, I could go now, but I`m not really a fan of pulling my bag behind me on a sled, since the road is closed off due to snow.  And I think my cat appreciates my waiting, too.  She`s never been a fan of sledding, or of any winter sports for that matter.