We spent the past four days at the lake cottage. The first weekend when the boat is back in the water, the air conditioning boxes running full blast and the beds piled with pillows and blankets is truly the beginning of summer for me. It's the first lake trip, first June, first summer with The Four, and it's one big crazy adventure. I saw our cottage in a new way these past few days. I got to show them how to tube, how to buckle the life jacket. We showed them clams and sand and lily-pads. It was so much fun.
Ice cream trips were made and the kitchen grew hot from big dinner cooking. Hundreds of kneeboarding attempts were made. Arms and legs turned pink and dark brown. Clothes smelled like lake water and campfire. And you know photos were taken!
Our lake cottage has this smell - it might be the old cabinets or it could be musty carpet - but it gets on everything, so that when you go home again and lay your head on the pillow, there are still hints of that lake smell. And you're reminded of where you've just been, the fun you had, and the memories that were made. I'm convinced it's one of the best smells ever. It's my smell of summer.