The change of seasons is once more upon us. Temperatures are plummeting, winds are blowing and trees are morphing into wooden skeletons of their summer selves. The lake is green with a multitude of algae and during a recent wind storm, resembled a gigantic pot of boiling pea soup garnished with gull croutons. During a lull in the wind we were able to batten down the hatches and close the cabin until next spring. Good-byes are always sad but made easier by the lake dogs' arrival to say farewell. I'm sure they'll miss the treats more than they'll miss us!
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LOL, now where did these two come from?
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