We're off to the cottage tomorrow morning for one last hurrah. We're meeting friends Tamara and Greg there and plan to have a great time. I always am sad during the last summer weekend at the cottage. Yes, there will be more weekends there in September but the sun isn't as warm and therefore the place isn't quite the same. The last weekend at the cottage to me means the last of summer.
Still, it will be great to be there for a few days. I plan to get swimming as much as possible, pick blackberries, hike, drink some coffee and then wine on the porch, have a campfire and roast marshmallows. It shall be good.
See you back here on Wednesday.