Views from inside the porch:
Views from the front deck:
Christy and Chuck went swimming:
And, of course, we had Barbara's wonderful meals (including local corn that was out of this world)
Yes, we miss the old place. But I can say unequivocally that we do NOT miss crossing the border!
3 comments:
Looks like so much fun - I miss the beach! Traffic makes me angry.
I wish I could have gone this year! That border is nothing compared to the toll lines I waited in this weekend!
I ache for that place.
It may sound odd, but for me the Burk cottage was the embodiment of summer. Only two other places since have had the same feel - where the interior was just an enclosed extension of the outside (one at a hostel outside Prague, one in boston)
I had to go the farmers market a sunday or two to get cheese bread (for cheese toast) to console myself.
I hope it was as wonderful as I remember it.
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