It’s hard to believe that summer is already winding down, with only a couple of weeks left until Labor Day. Here are some photos, which don’t need many words, to make me wistfully remember summers long gone.

Aunt Barbara

Beautiful views:

Grandfather:

Family and friends visiting:

A few more pictures of the water:

Last look at the cottage before heading back to reality:

Heading out the bumpy road to home:

Although I haven’t been back to the lake since Dave and I visited in 1981, I have years’ worth of memories of picking berries, taking walks with Aunt Barbara, rowing myself up and down past the cottage, learning to swim, getting up on water skis for the first time, completing paint-by-number pictures on the cottage floor while listening to hail (yes, in August) pounding the roof, spending special days on the beach across the lake, enjoying a freshly made chocolate donut for breakfast on Fridays, keeping far away from the kitchen when Grandmother dropped the lobsters into the boiling water (no, I didn’t eat them later) and turning my nose up at Boston baked beans when they were served for dinner on the porch. There were children to play with and lots of fun to be had.

Those were the days.