August 6, Saturday
After the parade, we headed to the cabin again. We stopped along the way to buy corn at a little house that sits at the end of a muddy driveway. They have some of the sweetest corn around. When we got to the cabin, we sat on the porch with our drinks and then shucked some corn around the table. Everyone in Ohio probably has memories of sitting on the back steps shucking corn for dinner.
We were all tired from getting up so early for the parade, so we left before the sun went down and stopped for ice cream on the way home. As we drove home in the gathering darkness we saw deer foraging in the open farmland that lined the road and the mist started to rise from the fields. I’ve always been someone who loved to sit in the backseat of cars, sorting through my own thoughts and listening to the conversation drift back from the front seat. There’s no pressure to talk and you don’t have to arrange your face in pleasant expectation of what’s to come.
I’m so very glad that we will have all these photographs from this summer, especially our time at the lake. I’ve been thinking about making a collage when we get home, a large collection of photographs that covers the wall and makes me happy every time I walk by.