Once again, I moved my suitcase around our little woodsy peninsula to try to make a statement of location for my pink traveling companion.
(Let's just say I didn't know Wes was getting me in this pose...)
It's always a bittersweet event to go North to close our cabin up for the summer. Memories of the family being together, surrounded by nature, and not caring what the watch hands are saying is like a slice of warm, freshly picked raspberry pie. You never want to consume the last bite.Now, it's time for Fall. Ready or not.