Canadian cottage life
|Montreal disguised as Africa|
|The window seat of laziness|
Here in the woods we busy ourselves with cleaning and setting up the place ready for the summer. We notice the mosquitos have already arrived although not yet at full strength. I'm in that blissful period where I know the little blighters have bitten me but the bites are not yet killing me.
|Wild strawberries soon to be mother-in-law's jam|
Just looking around reminds you of summers gone by (this is our fifth since we emigrated from England in 2008). It's a strange feeling at this time of year - you feel you are treading in the footprints of previous summers and your path is all set out for you. You look at the lawn and know the flowers will turn to berries and eventually you will be eating jam made from them (not by me)
|Sunset equals drinks on the porch|
Read: Life cycle of a lake