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Last year we found the perfect fall escape, so with very little discussion, I went ahead and booked it again for this year.  We lucked out, and the weather was lovely.  On the first day, I finished my reading and knitting.  I was prepared for that happening, and I cast on a stranded hat with the leftover yarn from my sweater, and then I downloaded the sequel to The Sweetness of the Bottom of the Pie.  Problems solved.

To ensure the best holiday possible, we established strict priorities and guidelines, and we adhered to them with absolute seriousness.  The vision was cozy, effortless and quiet.  We packed sweatpants, wool sweaters, flannel buffalo check, flannel nightgowns, blanket scarves, thick work socks, blundstones, old jeans . ..  I prepared big glass jars of roasted butternut squash soup and slow-cooked red lentil soup.  I also whipped up a giant batch of Rosanne Cash’s famous potato salad – it’s been a game changer in these parts.   We popped into the farmers’ market the day before and stocked up on crisp apples, summer sausage, cheddar cheese, fancy olives, loaves of bread, wine and coffee beans.  Knapsacks were well stocked with knitting and art supplies, the camera and lenses, all sorts of portable electronic devices, books, library dvds, licorice, chocolates, tea . . .

To get to the cottage, we took the scenic 3 hour-long route through at least a dozen little villages and past fields of pumpkins, cows, and horses.  We stopped halfway at the mennonite bakery and picked up sweet treats to make the drive that much better.  We arrived and unpacked quickly.  Everything was as we remembered.  Perfect.  I turned on the heat, Josh opened up a few windows for fresh air, and Beah dug up all the wool blankets.

For the rest of the week, we lounged around and indulged ourselves.  There was reading, knitting, drawing, watching movies, writing, so much eating, and sleeping.  With minimal dialogue.   To soak up as much sun and fresh air as possible, I hung out on the beach with my books, my string and sticks, snacks, and my camera. Every day we would set out for a hike somewhere different – with so many trails and conservation areas to choose from, this was simple enough to do.

For our last night, Josh and I packed up all of the linens into the car and drove to the little local laundromat that hadn’t been touched for decades.  We loaded a washer and then went for a stroll through downtown Port Colborne picking up a coffee to share.  If you’re ever looking for ideas for date night, I highly recommend doing something as simple as hanging out doing laundry.  We got all caught up without any kids around, we laughed, and we were productive all while enjoying each other’s company.  It was cheap, fresh laundry is my most favouritest smell, and I finished knitting that hat.  All wins.

The next morning, we tidied up the cottage, packed up the car, and headed back into town to check out the weekly farmers market.  Stocked up on fresh fruit, vegetables and baked goods, we hit the long road home.

All this to say, we are extremely fortunate and privileged. I do not take these things for granted.

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