You Make My Life the Best, And I am Grateful
On our way up the shore of Lake Superior we talked about how long it had been since we did a whole weekend away. Elv wanted to believe it had been one year.
"Remember, we had all that snow and we came up in a snowstorm and did all that snowshoeing..." He didn't say it, but I knew he was remembering his trek out to get our food and luggage that we had left behind a mile away in the car when we couldn't drive any further. I stayed home, sipping coffee by the stove, puttering in the kitchen, tidying and cleaning away the odd left-overs of the cabin being empty for too long. He was not impressed with me.
Here is a link for Two Years ago . I wonder where the snowshoes are by now. I hope someone has them stowed safely for a future snowy April day.
The lake was just as blue as you see in this picture. We took a picnic lunch with us and Jeeped ourselves to the highest spot behind the cabin. This blue almost three miles away was clearly visible to us.
I said we came through intact; but I will admit right here that we both have fears and insecurities that are new to us. I deal with depression and he with doubting my support for where we are now in our church life and family. Every day I rephrase in my mind what I am about to say for fear I will add to the negative side of the balance.
I am Dory; but forever grateful that he is NOT Nemo, and is not looking for his Father or family, having established those things with his Heavenly Father steadfastly. So I tell him, "Keep swimming, keep swimming." And I wonder why I am here and how did we get here. It is good for both of us that I trust him, so maybe this is enough for now.
A pair of mallards have moved in to live on the little creek that flows under the bridge that Elv built a few
The old fence line is overgrown with new spruce trees growing right through. I followed Elv through the woods trying to not get my feet wet. We got pretty good at skirting the swamps. One day we decided to see what feeds the little creek just west of the cabin. We both got wet feet that time and ended up on the trail in the woods that takes us up to the top of Buck Mountain. The ruts were full of water, so we used sticks, wishing for shovels, and dug channels for the water to get away. We walked back to the cabin and stood on the foot bridge and imagined that now it was flowing a bit faster. Non-essential and unimportant, but relaxing and interesting. If only all of earth's problems were so easily remedied.
Elv added a bit of wiring to the cabin while we were there. Each time we go up we try to invest a little improvement.
We sat down to play scrabble once and in my search for a pen and paper to keep score; we found the notebook left there by friends for guests to journal in. We found two entries from the folks who had been there twice in March. That really made my day. Thank You, Patti for faithfully keeping the journal. I added to it for you this time.
Slather butter on both sides of the bread slices. Lay tin foil on the cooler end of the cookstove and lay your buttered slices on it. Turn to brown both sides perfectly. Cover the top side with jam and eat it with a fork off your plate, or from your hand with plenty of napkins handy. There's nothing like it. Anywhere.
We headed home Sunday afternoon. We came the long way. I can't even tell you where we were exactly some of the time, but here's an old barn over by the village of Gordan, WI.
The perfect ending to a wonderful weekend. Thank You Elv for the nice time we had. You make my life the best and I am grateful.