Sunday Smilemaker

Yesterday, Hubby and I packed up the boys and headed to one of Ontario’s beautiful Provincial Parks.  We have hiked here before, and always loved the beautiful lake that hosted the beach.  The boys had a riot swimming, building a sand fort (which Hubby ultimately filled with water for their mucky enjoyment) and investigating the specimen beaver pelt and turtle shell that the park staff brought around for the children to check out.

A wonderful day was had by all… and a little relaxation for everyone, which was much needed 🙂

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Hubby, the boys and I spent Saturday at the beach.
I spent the day with my face up to the sun, feet buried in the hot sand. Gentle tranquillity soaking into my skin like suntan lotion.
Hubby spent most of the time in the cool water, swinging the boys around in the waves and engaging them in water gun battles.
Watching the way he interacts with the boys makes me fall in love with him over and over again.
The day ended with a ‘hike’ through the dunes, and some crustacean discoveries….

Peanut's big find...beach shells

by heart

Today, we’re going to my Nanny and Poppy’s cottage.

This is the epitome of the cottage experience. Many miles off any regularly used road, on a back lake small and sheltered enough to very rarely be so rough that a boater would not venture out.

As you turn off the highway, the flea market is on the right. Full of musty books and cracked mirrors. People wandering around, searching for that lost treasure.

Continuing down the road, the trees creeping in on the sides of the road. My brother and I reach our arms lazily out the window, hands moving as if over waves. The branches seem close enough, but never brush our outstretched fingers.

Left turn.

The house on the left with all the painted plywood people cut out. The silhouette of the man waving, the woman with the red dress and white polka-dots bent over in the garden.
The farm on the right with the long driveway. White wooden fences surrounding the emerald green pastures. I imagine myself riding my beautiful dapple grey, Chief, around the fields. “I’m going to live there someday”, I tell my Mom.
“It will be a long drive in the winter”, she always replies.

Right turn.

The little house with the piles of wood. It always looks as though no one lives here. It looks abandoned, having fallen into such disrepair that there is a trailer parked beside it. I imagine that the owners live in that instead of the house.

This road is fun. It mimics a roller coaster with its undulations and it twists and turns. Mom is nervous, as she always is at this part of the trip. The road is narrow, and at many points, the sides drop away into streams and steep embankments. No guard rails have yet been installed. My brother and I spur Dad to drive faster over the hills. As the road drops sharply away from the apex, the feeling of reduced gravity causes our stomachs to jump. We throw our hands in the air and mimic a roller coaster. “Wheeeeeeee!!!” Mom’s knuckles are white on the armrest.

Right turn.

Past the Hickey’s farm. Mrs Hickey sits in the window of the rickety sunporch. I wonder why a woman that old would want to live all alone so far from any town.
I guess she isn’t scared of anything, much like all old farm wives.

Another quick left and the road is only wide enough for our car. Grass grows down the middle of the lane, and the sand and rock have become saturated with a deeper brown than the regular sand. Now we can literally touch the branches. I grab handfuls of leaves as we continue down the lane.

Stay left at the fork.

The spring where all the cottagers go to bottle the crisp, cool water that runs from the rocks. The spring that never stops flowing. Ferns grow at its edge, tickling the stream as it flows down the hill, wandering through the woods towards the bay.

As we descend the final hill, my heart starts to race. We’re nearly there! The exposed rocks jutting through the grass, countless forts and hiding places where we will disappear for hours on end, no-one worried, no-one looking for us.

In the driveway… the little white sided cottage with the red deck surround. The front yard slopes to the water, birdhouses freckle the yard, the boat rubs gently against the dock, quiet bumps caused from the rippling wake of a passing boat.

Let the holidays begin.

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Nan and Pop are both gone now, and the cottage with them. I will always remember the drive to that special place. That little piece of heaven on the little bay with the rolling hills will remain in my heart. I will remember it by heart.

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A few weeks back, Hubby and I took the little men to Maple Madness at the local conservation area.

The boys had a super time.  If you have a Sugar Bush near you that’s open to the public, I would suggest you go…

Who doesn’t love starting the day with some homemade, absolutely loaded with sugar and food colouring, frog cupcakes?  And I’m not kidding, considering that it was ohhhhh about 8:30am 🙂

We did the looooong walk out to the sugar bush, accompanied by “Are we there yet?”  “How long does it take to get there??” and “We’re riding on the tractor on the way out”…. and then hubby told me to suck it up and keep walking. 🙂
see the picture?? the road was seemingly endless.

We found waterfalls

And ate pancakes

and visited the sugar shack

and then walked back….to the tractor pick-up zone  (I WIN)
for the wonderfully relaxing NON walk back to the car…. with the completely sugar-laden children.

I love my life. 🙂