August flies by. Our kids are canoe camping in Algonquin Park. They took Aster and one of their friends. Jordan breezed into town to attend a pool party, then bussed back to Kingston. He had work on Monday and couldn't go. We all miss our cottage, but there are other adventures to be had.
Time for a bit of nostalgia. Mom and dad bought the land in 1960 for $1000. The cottage was built in 1962. Mom and Dad built an extension, and retired there in 1991. I spent every summer here, not many friends around, and I became a loner.
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Joe and I moved here in 2006. Mom had died and dad was in long-term care. He passed in 2007.
Back to the present, and Crumbly Acres. We are still in cottage country. Instead of a lake, a wetland, and far more critters.
We've had lots of videos of Fred. Butch is a visitor, as well.
I decided to tip the camera up, back to where it has been.
I managed to capture us rehanging the squirrel nest box! It was on the tree that fell in the big July 1st storm. I figured I'd just rehang it. It was empty, and might host somebody.
We had big storms go by last night. I did some iPhone videos. It was really interesting, except for the mosquitoes. More to come!
10 comments:
...great memories.
Did you move here like we did, to be closer to family?
What a beautiful cabin that your mom and dad had. I can only imagine the memories that you and your family have of this place. Are those tomatoes I see on the hanging basket plant?
I miss the view from one of our previous homes, at Lake Tarawera.The water views, the mountain , being slightly elevated from the road, but a difficult and scary drive in the winter with lots of icy corners where the sun didn't melt the ice for days .No good saying what if we had stayed longer !!! Like you, remember all the wonderful days we have had living elsewhere.Your tomatoes still have some left to pick.
We did, AC. When grandie #2 was born. Cottage life in Muskoka deteriorated with citiots jetskiing on the lake.
The places you have lived have been pleasant but they taKE a lot of work to maintain.
They are, Shug! No more new blossoms, though.
It is good, hard work!
It looks like it was a peaceful place...until the city folks found it.
Those must be amazing memories and what a beautiful place to spend a few years. Thanks for sharing them with us. Oh dear on the jet skiing. That would rip the peace apart. Bless you for rehanging the squirrel box. Loved the critter video. I am in awe of all the wildlife you have there. Happy weekend to you both.
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