It’s a bank holiday weekend here and I’ve been dying to get away for a few days, and I wanted to visit my daughter Kerstin, but I also wanted to spend some time at my cabin. I decided to take the very long way around and head up to my cabin overnight first and then the back roads from there to visit with Kers and our little girls.
Guess who was waiting for me under the eves of the cabin. The little screech owl.
Right where I left him last time. 😀
My neighbours were up, (there are three other cabins around me separated by properties of 5-10 acres), and we decided to have a little meeting about our rights to the small creek we all share. We lease those rights from the government, and that protects the watershed and our water from pollution and diversion by logging or anything else.
Inside the cabin was quite chilly but soon the fire was roaring and the stove heating the whole space.
First thing I always do is walk around and pick some flowers and greens, or anything else in season…like old wasps nests on twigs, and make a little bouquet for the table.
Then I had some lunch.
And then, believe it or not, I slept for three hours!
While the world went on around me.
When I did wake up I went for a walk around the cabin,
and out into the meadow.
The lupines are so beautiful. I think that my grandmother may have planted there some 20 years ago.
Mostly they’re that gorgeous blue, but look at this blue and white one! I even saw a pinky-mauve one.
Back at the cabin I decided to sketch in my “sketch book”
Not your typical sketch book, but I loved everything about this 1923 music book and so decided to give it a new life.
I chose this page to paint the tiger lily from my little bouquet because its other common name is “Turk’s cap”, and on the opposite page I painted a wild columbine.
Then I started an evening grosbeak, but this is as far as I got.
Instead of painting I went outside and relaxed on the trampoline.
Selfie without a single stitch of make up. You don’t need make up at the cabin! 😀
I heard the screech owl hunting at night from his little perch just outside my bedroom window, but in the morning he was gone.
I started a fire as soon as I woke up and the stove was hot in no time and my tea water boiled. I love toasting toast right on the stove top but the time it takes to go from beautifully toasted to singed is a fraction of a second!
Well, I had my breakfast, drew and painted a little more, and it’s time to clean up, lock the cabin and head out.
I hate to leave but I’m excited because I’m getting even further out of town!