It is Saturday evening here on the farm and I have to say, one of the nicest I can remember. We had friends over this afternoon, and right now I have a salmon on the fire pit and carrots roasting in the oven. I can hear the boys playing outside in the glorious sunshine and the birds singing their praises of the beautiful warm weather that has arrived. It is evenings like this that I feel so incredibly blessed to have the home that we do.
When I was growing up, we always had homes in the suburbs. We had average sized lots with nice yards and plenty of room to play. One thing that I remember about the summers of my childhood in the midwest were the times we went away for the weekend to a cabin. I think one summer we might have rented a cabin for a few months that we could visit regularly. And there was the cabin at my Aunt's parents in northern Minnesota with the fish fries for breakfast after fishing at dawn. I loved the canoes, the living in the water on those hot summer days, eating outside, campfires. There is just something about having a rustic cabin or cottage of your own.
I found this article via Simplesong and it brought back so many memories of growing up in Minnesota. I certainly don't miss the mosquitos though...