Back in the woods
We're back. Back in the woods. The place I have dreamed of through many a winter's day when temperatures were below minus 20C. When you think of life at the cottage you think of hot summers but of course you have to get through the sometimes chilly spring first. We're having a good one - plenty of sunny days - today was gorgeous with a high of 20C - but the nights can be cold. So cold in fact that when you first get up you dash outside to sit in the sunshine and warm yourself. Yes it is warmer outside and in the morning you open your windows to let the warmth in.
There is work to be done - planting up the garden, digging the vegetable patch, which only a few weeks ago was buried in snow. I marvel at the reappearance of my rhubarb every Spring. If it can survive five months of winter every year - so can I. Now I have only to decide whether to make a crumble or chutney with my crop. There are lawns to be mowed, wood to be chopped and herbs to be planted near the kitchen door (my tarragon and possibly the sage survived).
|Don't even think about it|
It's not long since the completely frozen lake melted and yet we are attempting to swim most days. Despite an early 20 second swim a couple of weeks ago, while swearing fiercely at the cold, I have not managed to submerge myself in these frigid waters since. We go down most days and try. My husband manages a full body dip but I usually stand by shivering with water lapping around my knees. Then it's home for tea. I reckon another week or so before I can actually swim without needing hospital treatment.
|Spring flowers everywhere|
|Our favourite boathouse, from the kayak|
|A warm(ish) evening having dinner on the porch.|