from August to Autumn

21 September 2012

I had planned to post photos of the post-wedding holiday we spent at a rustic Northern Ontario camp in August immediately upon returning home to newly married life. I had planned to share our adventures, all the goodness that happened in our lives, all the new and wonderful things I had learned and discovered. But then life happened and we became so incredibly busy as summer winded down and autumn slowly crept in.

But I still want to share those photos and the moments and moods they capture. And I think today, the last day of summer, is the perfect day to do so. I suppose in a fitting way, this is my farewell to that favourite season as we welcome a new one: to long summer days and lazy afternoons; to sultry heat and sweaty, sunkissed skin; to casual evenings relaxing on the balcony and drinking beer; to driving down country roads with the windows down; to biking to pick up our fresh CSA baskets; to the month that contained all the love in the world as it saw our family and friends gather to witness Andrew and I share our vows; to the camp I love and know so intimately, having spent my childhood summers there, and that I am lucky enough to return to every year with my dad.

And yet, the week of our vacation up North was not at all characterisitc of summer. It was cold and rainy, with the strongest winds and biggest waves I have ever witnessed at this time of year, making for a particular kind of gloominess. But it was perfect. It was exactly what we needed to relax and recover from all the work and energy we put into making the wedding happen. We wrapped ourselves up in layers of clothing to bear the weather outside and nestled inside by the fire, warming our spirits with endless glasses of wine and long conversations. Andrew passed long hours fishing at the edge of the dock and I curled up reading and slipping in and out of afternoon naps.

All around us, something about the soft, grey light contrasted against the dark greens of the Boreal Forest and golden reds of the pine and cedar was perfectly seemless.

It was as if the seasons were already turning.  


  1. Sara you captured this reader from the get go. Although I have not visited "the camp that Carl built", I felt I knew that I would be awed by its charm and uniqueness. A fine example indeed of his craft ... ✰ perfection! Thank you for giving us a glimpse into yours and Andrews' honeymoon. I loved how you expressed yourself perfectly. I love you sweetheart. Thank you for sharing. XOXO

    1. thank you so much for your sweet comments. it means a lot to me.

      it really is beautiful up there and i am so glad that i can at least share a glimpse...


  2. Ahh this is so nice! I have a camp around North Bay and this reminds me of it :) I just found your blog through a comment you left on Reading My Tea Leaves and I'm already in love!

    1. thank you so much, Kerry. i am happy that you found your way here :)

      the camp is on a lake Northwest of Sudbury (which is where i'm from), so it's not too far away. i love that entire region and i often miss it. the Ottawa Valley is beautiful too, but sometimes it's just not the same....


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