"I Thought We Might Visit...

to the Lake Country. Would you like to come?" (Lizzie's Aunt Gardner in P&P by Jane Austen)

I take my photographer, Beth, with me, wherever I go. My camera would not cooperate when I got here, so she takes these majestic photographs of the homestead.

This is the lily pad area of the lake where my mother used to row in the Lil Kathy, to pick a bouquet, in the morning, before "us kids" even woke up.

I just can't get enough of the reflection!

This is where we buried our cars. Was this a Nash, or a Packard?
Mother's strawberries were a special kind that grew in hanging clusters that stood well off the ground. In those days, people shared slips of strawberry plants or other plants and flowers, and I think these were a variety of strawberries that were grown in Michigan. The berry patch she had behind the house, has now grown across the road, and all over the acerage, down by the swamp, up the hill, and alongside the road. They have a delicious flavor and smell like cotton candy.

This is a pile of fishing net, still with the wooden floats, found in the forest, which was not a forest when we lived here. They were laying a-top a corrugated tin roof on the ground.

I just can't thank Beaver and Carol enough for bringing the canoe and waiting so patiently while I rowed down memory lane.

And I hope Beth hangs on to that camera!