It has been over 30 years since I fell in love with my cabin’s site and got so emotionally involved. Over the years, I have replaced most of the cabin’s surface, the outside, the windows, the floor, the inside. I’ve built an annex with a composting toilet and a wood shed. But my heart clings to the trees, the land, the water, the view from the dock. I was nearly devastated when the storm blew down so many towering oaks. Now I smile to watch the young pines stretch to take their place.
When I am not there, I know that somewhere the wind blows thru a tall White Pine. I know that daily, a crowd of other pines are reaching enthusiastically to fill openings in the canopy. I know that every morning, the sun creeps over a horizon across a lake and sends an avenue of fire toward a dock. I know when I swim in a pool at the “Y” that there is a cool lake that holds me in its grasp and brings my skin alive.