Opening the cabin for the year
Here’s a turn-up for the books guys!
Suddenly I got the weekend totally free and so off to the cabin I went.
Two hundred km out of town to mile 120 on the railway. That’s where I was.
In the gloriously dry and warm Lillooet Country on our five acres beside this bubbling mineral stream.
Opening the cabin for the year is always such a special time.
First thing I do is fling the curtains wide open and take the shutters off the windows, open the doors and windows, and let the sun and fresh air in.
Everything is just as I left it last autumn.
Spring come a little later to this area, mainly because it’s in the Gates Valley and the sun doesn’t crest the mountains all winter, but also because the interior of BC is colder than the Pacific influenced coast.
But I was happy to see spring well and truly sprung.
So many lovely sights. There were butterflies everywhere mixing in the air with last autumn’s milkweed seeds.
Each time we get to the cabin, we pick a little bouquet of whatever is blooming at the moment. There’s very little blooming right now, but I did find some beautiful, fresh green aspen shoots and some blooming falsebox.
I started a cozy fire to warm up the cabin, put a pot of water on for some tea and a couple slices of bread for some toast.
Then I poured myself a glass of that cold mineral water from the stream and relaxed. At home I usually play free online slot machines at www.EasyMobileCasino.com but here it is so serene that I prefer to sit and just feel at peace.
Just outside the door of the cabin, right in the middle of the path in harm’s way, was this beautiful native fairy slipper orchid. I had to be so careful not to step on it.
And on the other side of the pond was a lovely tapestry of blue and green periwinkle courtesy of my grandmother, who planted it there 20 years ago. I love it there and love that it reminds me of her…but as I’ve had several friends over the years that were solicitors, a few in particular being Knotweed solicitors, I do know it’s an invasive plant and so am watchful how it spreads. So far, the country is so dry and arid, that this is kept beautifully in check only around that part of the pond and doesn’t spread into the meadow. .
On the other side of the meadow is the Gates river.
I did a little surveying of the land to see what’s changed. The beaver came around again this winter and cut down several trees, but only at the pond and not close to the cabin. I did a little tidying up of fallen branches and limbs…
And soon it was time for supper. Food just tastes so much better here.
I relaxed and read my book until the sun set.
Then, I chose candles over oil lamps and watched the last of the light fade away.
The only art supplies at the cabin are a bunch of old elementary school pencils from when the children were young, but they were perfect for drawing that fresh, green branch of aspen.
And after the light was well and truly gone, I played a little solitaire, (the way my grandmother used to play it and never lose)…
…and I watched the bats flying in the moonlight.
Sunday morning came much too early, and with it the need to return to the city.
But I had the most amazing and relaxing weekend.
Can’t wait to come back up again.
Gosh are we ever lucky to have such a beautiful place to escape to. Miss that cabin. xo
what wonderful photos of an extraordinary place! it seems like such a classic American cabin 🙂 you are so lucky. thank you for sharing it with us.
What a beautiful place to escape too. Love the pictures and it must be a very peaceful place to be.
It is so peaceful up there. Much needed when one lives in the city. 😀
Oh, what wonderful images and what a beautiful place.
I love the lady’s slipper especially.
And once again I envy you of your cabin
Thank you so much Jen, but don;t envy…lol…come visit. 😀
Debra She Who Seeks
Your own little piece of paradise!
So true Debra, but I share it, so if you and Your Rare One ever feel like a road trip… 😀
i needed this … a lovely escape from my city routine, thanks for taking me along
If you were there with me we’d talk and talk and talk till we ran out of air in the room I bet. 😀
What a lovely place. It has been years since I could visit the family cabin, as it is on the east coast. Funny how one enters immediate into the rhythm of cabin life even if it has been a long time since the last visit.
Oh dear, that’s the way it is with Canada, isn’t it? Such a vast country. Tell you what, England is microscopic compared to Canada, yet people say the same thing about visits out of their county even. Funny world. But yes, absolutely true. Cabin life rhythm is in the blood somehow. 😀
I love your blog and your gorgeous photos and artwork. You have a beautiful life. ?
Thank you so much Susan. 😀
So lovely! That beautiful property could not be in better, more loving hands than yours. Thank you for the intimate tour. I felt like I was there. Lovely.
Thank you so much Dana. Right now I have to negotiate with some of my 20 and 30 somethings to do a little bit of wood chopping up there. Must think of some attractive bribes…lol. Big hugs my friend. <3
Wow–how peaceful….and romantic….and inspiring….and I’m green with envy!!!! hahaha—Looks absolutely lovely.
Hi Kathleen, it is so very peaceful and romantic. By the way, it sleeps 6 comfortably!!! If you’re even in the hood, you’re more than welcome to come with. 😀
Beautiful shots, Veronica. I especially love the fireplace ones –soo cosy–and the drawing looks great! 🙂
Hi Michael, thanks for checking in with me. Now I remember your lovely challenges for May and am looking forward to them. Just had the most fun painting three portraits of a raven who flew close to the window of the cabin, swooped around to have a peek at me, and flew on. (next post) 😀
Veronica thank you so much, I really feel I was with you! Blissful 🙂 x
Oh if only you weren’t so very far away my friend. 😀 x
How wonderful and cozy! Thanks for taking us with you through your words and photos.
I just loved this post V .. it was like being there with you in the fading light. Your cabin is a very special place – just perfect for a very special person. Hugs xxx