October visit

Don't you just hate it when the autumn comes? Propably not you, but I certainly do. In a country with four seasons at the end of summer it's like "pack your things, wrap it up, freeze". That's at least how I feel on my behalf when the lot is full of interesting things to be done. I have always hated three seasons and loved only one and even the favourite one here has disappointed me several times. However, and despite my angst towards living at this latitude, now we have a shed there almost in the middle of nowhere.
I regret I didn't get this writing finished in November when I tried. Suddenly the city life pressed on with all its duties and tempo at work so that all quiet, peaceful and relaxing had to be chased after and writing this blog was buried together with the last cold breath of autumn.
 We made the last trip of the year to the lot in October when I had my autumn break. It was windy and cold. There was no snow but a thin layer of ice kept forming on the small lake and wind had blown fallen leaves on the ice. We had really nothing to do. We checked the place and as we were on the way to our daughter I picked some cranberries to her. The wind was freezing. A small fire on the sand beside the shed was enough to fry us sausage and corn. This place was ready for the winter and so were we.