Cabin Trip

I recently had a much-needed weekend getaway at my parents' cabin. It had been nearly all summer since I had been there, and I was so surprised to see the progress my parents' had made on their garden. This was the most recent fruit of their labors with the help of their new tractor (read: my dad's pride and joy.) I must also mention this particular tractor, among other admirable qualities, was also selected for its ability to comfortably hold their dog Rasta on the floorboards.

They had spent weeks terracing the land, putting up deer-proof fencing, and building garden beds. Their fall garden is an all-organic mixture of seed-grown greens, including a variety of lettuce, green onions, and chard. Fertilized with hand-turned compost and my dad's special brew of compost tea, the garden was really taking off when I visited. My garden at home, on the other hand, is suffering a bit due to a growing insect problem, so I was very envious of their success.

The trip was complete with a soak in their handmade wood-burning hot tub and a trip to the creek. I was fortunate enough to catch a few pictures of the hot tub in the low morning light. The light perfectly illuminated the rising steam coming off the top of the water.

The wood-burning hot tub:

My parent's very animated dog, Rasta.