The Eagle's nest. Junior is peeking out waiting for his parent to bring back his treat for the night. I didn't see them fly over the lake, but my aunt did while I was sleeping. They've been nesting there for several years.
A game of Six Cubes, lakeside. Note the flower crown on Natalie's head. She has become quite proficient at making them and wore it at the parade that afternoon in town! Daisies and all kinds of wildflowers grow around the cottage and she loves to pick flowers as soon as she gets there. Who won? I can't remember now...
These three have fished together since Serena was in diapers I think! I have so many wonderful memories of daddy and daughters fishing together. God could not have chosen a better daddy and husband for us, this I know for sure. I like to fish too, but I'm glad I have the pictures more.
We didn't have a big fire while we were there, but we usually do. I love the smell of a fire and the wisp of smoke in the last light of day.
This was the best sunset we had all weekend. God doesn't make bad sunsets, I suppose!
This was one of our more quiet 4th of July weekends. We used to have so many people up there that the toilet would quit working! Good times. There would be tents and campers set up, kids playing in the water, horseshoes clinking, badminton games, dirt bikes running, boats in and out of the lake all day, and laughter. Tons of laughter and splashing. And now it's quiet. Except for our Canadian neighbors across the lake maybe...a group of college age men who like to drink a bit, play their music loud, have swimming contests, and volleyball tournaments. This year they lit off fireworks! Last year they had a bit to drink and flipped their boat over....I took pictures! :) This was after they visited our dock to see how old the girls were over here. We told them. They left. No worries. We like them. They're quite fun and we enjoy their noise. But we enjoy our quiet, and when we want noise, we can drive a few miles and get some. It's a nice compromise.
We love it at the lake. But we love to come home.....
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