Sentimentality alert.

Leave now if you have an allergy to cute children, perky dogs, autumn leaves or antique electric ranges. This post could cause watery eyes, persistent cough, and your throat to close. You might even require epinephrine.

Closing the mountain cabin for the winter evokes a reminiscing recipe of memory soup. Winter is coming. Do I have to go there? I want to stay where things are cool and golden.

Maybe if I frame a few of the images for posterity, I can move on.

The turning leaves made me feel lighter. No dachshund was harmed in the making of this photo.
G feels like jumping, too!
PicMonkey Collage
The entire gang made it for the 4th of July.

A 1950 electric Frigidaire oven. We’ve created some great meals on this workhorse. Love it.
Uncle W knows how to make a 2-year-old ecstatic.

Couldn’t resist climbing down this steep valley to take a shot of the water flowing over the dam. Almost didn’t make it out. Would someone have come looking for me?
GrandBob is happy to share the hammock.

2 sweethearts.
2 sweethearts.
Stay! Stay! Who wants a cookie?

Being with the grands is fun.
Being with the grands is fun.
Sometimes your best photo is taken while you are on your way to take your BEST photo. Never want to miss these times.

There’s no shortage of scenic photo locations.
Sometimes we pause to stop and stare.
Lucky to have so many special memories to look back upon.
Doxy and I ponder our last day in the mountains. Grateful.

Thanks for lifting a glass with me to salute the passing season.

Sharing with you helps me re-focus. Time to enjoy today and look to the future. There’s lot’s to accomplish.

I’m certain you’ll be hearing about it.

Farewell Summer love to all.

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