Well, guess what? They were right. He grew up before I knew it. Now he's a fine young married man and really, it seems to have happened in the blink of an eye now.
It seems this summer is going to be over before I know it, too. That's what having a cottage does, I think - the lazy, hazy days get busy when you have two lawns to mow, two gardens to tend and two houses to try to keep in some semblance of order. Not that it's been all work and no play. Lake Erie has been warm and there's a nice sandbar this year.
I've also been trying to keep to a walking and writing schedule. On the writing front, things haven't been going as smoothly as I'd hoped, but I'm managing to stay pretty much on my schedule. I've been doing okay with the walking, too. Unfortunately, cottage time still tends to equal treat time in my head. I really need to get over that. You'd think, after two years of cottage ownership, I'd have done that but...no. I'm trying to ignore the siren call of ice cream and Coke, but some days, it's tough.
Now it's time to get to hang out some laundry (yessiree, this writer's life is full of that kind of excitement) and get to the writing.
But first, some pictures from the cottage life.
The Count is feelin' the cottage vibe. In other words, he's sound asleep.
One of the bunnies who lives nearby. (Our cats are indoor cats, so the bunnies are safe from our pets.)