Thanksgiving weekend is my favourite weekend at the cottage, it is only because we changed our routine so we didn't close the cottage on the same weekend. It is the last weekend of the season for enjoying the cottage for what it is.
I got one last cottage run in. The trees really put out like the queens they are on this weekend. Unlike the true Northern Ontario, cottage country trees peak a little later and Thanksgiving weekend is always a good show.
Thanksgiving weekend is for collecting the last few bouquets, sitting by the fire, and watching the world go by on a rainy day while enjoying a cuppa (wine or tea).
The kids spent the weekend running through the woods, setting up forts and some G Rated version of deer hunter with the kids from the Bay and cousins.
The weather was spectacular and we are going to miss having this place to go and stretch our legs at.
We are so fucking lucky to have this place to congregate at separated from the crazy of day to day living. It's a treat to go and shed the skin of day to day business and settle in. Next summer it will be great to settle into a work groove in that space a bit more.
I missed not getting to lean into it this year like I did while I was on maternity leave.That will be the summer that keeps me chasing the summer dragon man.
With a forecast of 90% rain, this closing weekend promises to be the less romantic of all summer weekends. It is so legendarily "no fun" that we couldn't even convince Fenner that it would be worth coming up for.
Smart kid that one.