Do you find that when you’re camping, the food tastes especially good? That’s how it is here at the Cabin .
It might be because we can toast our English muffins by the fire -
Or it might be that I finally have a wonderful selection of cast iron pots (a little too heavy for RV life)
so I can try out “Roy’s Cast Iron Pan Apple Pie” -
Oh, yeah, that was good! Thanks, Roy!
Or it might be the blackberry bounty of the surrounding hills
that enabled my first ever blackberry pie!
Mmmmmm………
Even if it’s the breadsticks and pizza
right out of the DiGiorno box in the freezer that our son left behind,
it still tastes better at the Cabin!
I love mornings at the cabin.
Whether it’s the crisp morning sun on the distant mountains
or a walk in the early morning mist, with the promise of a blue sky day ahead
or having your morning quiet time in front of the fire
Cabin mornings are the best.
And sometimes, when Morning at the Cabin looks like this -
That’s OK too!
It’s The Cabin.
It’s a pretty nice day here at The Cabin – want to take a walk to the pond?
Even the walk to the pond involves a nice path through the woods-
with some lovely wildflowers along the way.
See that washtub in the underbrush?
When I was a young un’, my grandfather and I (and any other grandkidlins’ that happened to be along) would stop there, tip the washtub over and dig in that special spot for the best fishing worms. We’d then head to the pond with our tin cans of squirming dirt and learn about putting worms on hooks and catching trout for lunch! Back in the day, Grampy Doc would keep the pond stocked with trout – today it’s populated mostly with bluegills, salamanders, frogs and a couple of turtles. Still fun to catch, but not quite lunch material!
Moving along memory lane -
Ah, the pond -
and more lovely wildflowers
And of course, the main reason I walk to the pond these days is to take my annual Cabin Picture -
And then a couple more variations -
This guy stayed still long enough for me to snap his picture -
Such color!
Instead of taking the trail back up to the cabin, let’s go back up the old road -
Over the hill, we come to another view of the cabin -
Wait – is that Josiah and Abigail, snatching a hug on the lawn?
Perhaps they’re discussing the disadvantages of sharing the one room Cabin, with all of its romantic seclusion, with your parents?
Or maybe they were just planning on where to go on these -
Who needs romance when you have ATV’s!!!!!
Before we finish up the walk – one last picture -
It might only be mid-August, but here in Vermont the signs of Fall are beginning!
Our cabin, while perched on a mountain top, is surrounded by quite a bit of lawn.
And scattered throughout the lawn are lovely rounded rocks, sticking their little heads up out of the dirt, ready to cause bodily damage to lawnmowers. (I speak from experience, trust me.) This year, due to the aforementioned “experience”, the rocks were given a nice coat of yellow paint so they were plainly visible to the oncoming mower.
However, my guy felt that the most offensive of the rocks (remember that “experience”) needed a more permanenant solution -
REMOVAL.
Get out the shovel, the pry bars, the tow rope and have the 4Wheel drive truck handy.
(see the yellow on the top of the rock – that’s what was showing.)
This is the cheering gallery -
OK, let’s try it from this angle
looks good….
keep up the power, Josiah….
I think it’s coming….
Nope.
Perhaps some additional consultation would help.
And the final big pull from our faithful truck -
Our Hero -
Now we just need to figure out how to fill that big hole, ’cause it certainly could do as much damage as the rock!
We are here.
And when the sky is not so blue, and the book is not so good, and the naps are under control, I’ll share some stories of what we’ve been doing.
But for now -
Here is last night’s sunset.
Contented sighs being heard all around.
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