We drove the long way back around the lake, stopped for Mother’s Day brunch. I snuck up the hill to take a peek at the old house, deserted it seems, after my mom sold it in the 90s. Sad.
This is the back step in May also, just 37 years earlier. From the left: my sister, our dog Boomer, me & mom. One day I’m going to pull this up & give it to my mom.
I’m sorry, but weren’t you just 5 years old? To the both of them, actually. C has such a beautiful smile. 🙂
Peaceful, chilly, frosty pier morning. The lake is like glass.
I got dibs on the upstairs room with a view. I rarely get it. What a treat.
The cabin is my last family refuge. It is the only home left that I’ve known all my life. And it hasn’t changed too much in all those years. A nicer shower, a new oven, but mostly it stays the same & I like that just fine.