Liam and I managed a brief escape from the hustle and bustle of the pre-Christmas rush last night. We loaded up my camera, a few games, a business plan I have been working on and headed out to Moose Grove for the night.
There is nothing like a night at the cabin in the Fall. The warmth of the wood stove. The smell of the spruce smoke slowly bellowing out into the cold, crisp air as the ice on the pond cracked, echoing down the cove.
Best of all, the decompression.
Liam’s best buddy Sean and his dad tagged along with us. After supper the boys played some darts before getting into a game of Apples to Apples. We had a great laugh over chocolate milk and cappuccino shortbread. Apples seemed so tame compared to Cards Against Humanity but the basic rules apply – playing the card you think the judge will like best.
Once the boys settled down to watch the classic Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer, I poured up Vodka and Cranberry and headed down to the beach to enjoy the brilliant constellations. Just an hour and half from St. John’s, but the sky is so much more vibrant out here. I have been experimenting with sky trails with no great success to brag about – to date.
When everyone was fast asleep, I packed the stove full off wood, closed-off the draft and snuggled into a book my friend Jane suggested to me at last weeks annual tree trimming party. Humans –There is no Place Like Home by Matt Haig was a real treat. I’ll post a little review when time allows.
The coffee is brewing; the stove is throwing out a fine heat. Time to wake the boys. Liam ordered French Toast. I have sliced up a nice freshly baked loaf of bread, the eggs are beaten, but unfortunately, I do not have any vanilla. We will make due.
Looking forward to splitting some wood, a little hiking and the inevitable return to the city.