Monday, 10 August 2015

toasting 41.

sunday saw the boy's pa turn a year older. to toast his special day and thank him for all he does for our family of four, we travelled to the woodlands for a weekend adventuring.
we stayed in a small, secluded cabin, set in the woods of windhorse farm. it was only an hour or so drive from our home, but it felt like a million miles away. 
squirrels and chipmunks ran to-and-fro across the cabin roof, herons passed us on the warm, still, lake. the twit-twoo of owls swooping through the trees filled the dark nights. porcupines rustled under the deck and the fastest hummingbirds mesmerised us, while the hundreds of mosquitos feasted on us. 

the boy's pa took us out in the canoe for many trips around the lake, took cc swimming in the pond, stoked up the wood fired sauna for us all to relax in, and taught the boys how to pull water from the well. the two boys found joy in tugging apples from trees then swinging under their ancient branches, building their first camp fire, seeking out frogs and dragonfly, and making collections of pine cones and acorns. they were totally worn out, but so in awe of all they saw, that they kept going each day until darkness finally reached the forest and sleep slowly came.