The cabin was full of family this weekend... my two sisters and me, our husbands, plus nieces and a nephew, two great-nieces, and a black-and-white dog.
Usually we have a family weekend before now, but this was the only weekend that worked out. So instead of swimming and fishing and sitting on the beach, we kept a fire going in the woodstove, and watched it rain. But we didn't mind. We played games and cooked and talked and laughed. And on Sunday it cleared up enough to go mushroom hunting: the chantrelles are just starting to poke through the moss.