I was trying to calculate, the other day, just how long we've had our cottage up north.
We bought the lot when Erin was just beginning kindergarten.
And a year later, we started building the place.
We were actually able to spend the night inside (although it wasn't yet "finished") the summer after Erin finished second grade.
So, that would be. . . about 15 seasons now. . . that we've had the cottage.
And, in all that time, I've never once spent a lovely fall weekend up there!
Oh, I've spent some crappy fall weekends up there! Weekends full of rain. Weekends with already-bare trees.
But, mostly, I was driving a kid to hockey games all over the state on weekends in the fall. (And winter. And spring. For that matter.)
So, imagine my delight, when we hit this weekend up at the cottage.
Perfect weather. Perfect color.
For the first time ever!