Here's where I'm going, although this is a picture of the cottage under siege, whereas hopefully we won't have the lake quite so literally mere steps from our door.
Here's the nearby rapids:
The lake:
Myrtle the Turtle:
It's in Lake of the Woods. Every night the call of the loon rises and falls with the gentle waves of the lake. And on my birthday we get the Perseids, shooting stars by the bucketful, often accompanied by Northern Lights. Picture the Aurora Borealis, and not just in one colour, but three or four, green and pink and yellow rolling across the midnight sky as stars (well, meteors) streak across the sky so quickly you cannot count them as they fall!
So what's the problem, Mad?
Picture the above little cottage stacked with the family Moore. I have four brothers and sisters. Here's my big brother:
Yep, the rest are more or less just as wacky.
The thing is, while we're all funny and smart we're also hypersensitive and prone to lashing out when our feelings are hurt. And we know each other's secrets. All of them.
O. M. G.
Do I sound reticent? I love my family, really I do. As my Grandma once said, "I love every one of you little buggars, so how about that?"
How about it, indeed.
It's just, I'm not really a nature gal, anymore. I like all my comforts. I like to stay home a lot. Read. Write. Sleep. Send emails and birthday cards and occasional gifts to the gang. I'm sort of - solitary.
So why go? Simple. He wants me there.
kiss kiss. See you on the other side!
The lake at sunset.
(All pictures from the private collection of Madeline Moore.)
