Yesterday, I piled the dogs in the car and headed up to our little cabin . . . where we met Tom (already up there) to finish up a few shutting-down-for-the-season tasks.
Same lake. Same view. But different.
Same deck rail. Same trees. But different.
Here are three things that are REALLY different about being up north in the fall:
1 - The docks and boats are out of the water for the winter.
2 - I'm wearing the hand knits both outside and inside.
3 - And . . . I'm wearing socks and shoes! (Truth be told, I had my flip flops on when I was getting in the car. And then I thought about all the sh*% Tom would give me if I showed up at the cabin - where it wasn't even 40 degrees F - in my flip flops . . . and opted for shoes.) (It was the right choice.)
It's lovely to be up here in the fall. But very different!
Be sure to head over to Carole's today for more Three on Thursday posts.