Canada 2005

The entrance to Little Green Lake. Mom and I went canoeing there one day.

An American water lily at Little Green.

Some sundew plants growing on one of the many logs there.

Some neat moss on the bank.

Mom surfsailing.

Little Buck Lake.

It was a Harry Potter summer.

Mom reading Harry Potter.

I like fallen leaves.

The cabin.

The compass rose Grandpa carved in the old dock.

Some little white flowers Mom and I found at Little Buck.

Purple loostrife.

Little Buck Lake.

Another leaf.

A mystery flower Mom and I found on another of our walks.

A baby bird that hung around the underbrush near the cabin for a couple days. I think it was a Red-eyed Vireo.

I remember the three of us standing on the dock, watching this sunset unfold. It was spectacular.

The lake, the morning we left.

It was a very beautiful morning. The lake does that: it tries to convince you that you don't want to leave. Sometimes I think about the cabin when it's vacant. The light comes through the skylight in the "kid" bedroom the same as it would as if we were there. The leaves fall from the birches and land where they would have. The northern summer sunset is as long and as peaceful. It's a little sad to think about and a little comforting.

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