Someday I will become a recluse. I will just pack up and head into the bush. Into a lovely, quaint cottage hopefully. Here is the sweet cottage I hide in all weekend with some of my old BFF’s. It rained. A lot. But it was wonderful and made my heart feel like it was going to explode.
The lake we stayed on. This was one of the breaks in the incessant rain fall.
Proof of the sweet rain.
Amazing cottage art. Is it art? Ya it’s art.
If there is any question about a cottage being ‘cottagey’ enough, just put a fake canoe/boat bookcase in it.
Believe it or not, I utilized the blue slide. I’ll let your imagination sort that one out (average temperature last weekend was somewhere between 13 and 17 degrees!)
I was gifted this beaut
I am jealous of myself. I wish I could go back.