The Lake

Popping in a few of the photos of the lake that my sister shared with me. I doubt that this has much interest for my readers, but it is a way of documenting for myself.

~Clear Cutting on the Camp Road in~

~The first Camp on the path in~

~The Cove and the missing tree~

~South Side off the point~

There's one more photo that I popped into Sankewi because I had written a short paragraph about it. Oh, about Sankewi, it's nearly done. One more little tying up and it will be as cooked as I wish to do. That silly little writing exercise has taught me a lot and perhaps I'll talk about those lessons another day. I'm feeling a little vague today. ☺

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Donna's Personal Photo Challenge is tomorrow. I'm not participating this month because it's raining still and I have not met any cooperative birds. At one point I seriously considered passing this photo off as my own. 

Pinterest Photo

I will be visiting, though. All of you gals who've posted great photos of birds this past week should seriously consider linking up. You know who you are!

A great day to you...

Molasses and Other Gifts from New Brunswick

*Music for Today*

Oh dear, I have no patience for selecting music that complements a post. None. I am floating along like a downy feather on the breeze here. All I can say is that this particular selection can cause me to shed a tear. Sometimes there is no rhyme nor reason why seemingly unrelated elements have connections for me. Would it help to know that it brings back memories of my grandfather playing his violin into the night long after my sister and I had been sent to bed? Or that I've been thinking of my grandfather because my son and daughter-in-law made a flying trip to New Brunswick, Canada last weekend? Nah. I didn't think so. ☺

~The View from the Cottage taken by the travelers~

They went to the lake to check on things and button up against winter. My son asked if there was anything he could pick up for me while in New Brunswick. Oh good man! I remembered Crosby's molasses and he remembered Coffee Crisps. 

I shall have molasses for years to come...all the better to make that sweet brown bread I told you about last spring winter. Alas, the Coffee Crisps are no more.

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Sam was joining me at the picnic table with his dish of ice cream saying as he arrived, "...and a yellow leaf fell down..." It makes me grin that he notices life's little gifts. Later he would show me that he can tie his shoes. Yes, his father very successfully taught him to tie his shoes following an eight-step plan. What? An eight-step plan?! Whatever happened to the little bunny with two little ears? 

Anyway, here's my contribution to autumn whimsy...

~azalea leaves wearing jewel tones~

Now don't look at that dust... 

A lovely Wednesday to you!