A spur of the moment decision found me flying south for the weekend.  South to where my family is.  South to where the lonely little house on the lake waited.  It was anxious to be filled again with the sound of laughter and talk, the lights glowing again late into the night, smells of dinner and especially dessert filling the air.  The little house on the lake where memories of yesterday mingle with today’s events.  South.

It was a short visit but long enough to connect again with family and friends.

To get a little swimming and skiing in between the raindrops.

A little hiking up the mountain.

And lots of good eating.

Sweet weekend.  Short weekend.

Missing the little house, friends and family already.