A Season In The Sun
You know how some people say that when they had a great vacation, they are glad to be back home? Well I just came back from a great mini vacation, and I honestly wished I could stay there forever, and never come back. It was just a couple of days away, but it sure beats coming back to the harsh reality that is my life.
To call it a vacation is a bit of a stretch though. It was just a family gathering up north for a few days. We do it every year, just my family (parents, brothers and sister (her husband and my nephew too of course)) and a few of my cousins and their family. One of my uncles has a farm in a little village called Hawkstone, a little north of Barrie. The place is old. Going up there this time of year and spending a few days together has become a tradition amongst us. We have been doing it for as long as I can remember, and as long as I can remember it has always been a good time.
The whole point of the trip is to get away from all the hustle and bustle of this society for just a few days, and get to know, and enjoy family. Like I said the place is old. The farm house is 120 years old to be exact. It is still heated by a wood furnace, although over the years some modern "luxuries" like indoor plumbing and a telephone has been added. We have this rule however that while we are up there we would limit our modern lifestyle. This means no computer (hence no blogging for the last couple of days), no TV, no cell phones (except for emergencies of course). It is a simple life, and you know what, it is surprisingly enjoyable.
We spend our time cooking, talking with each other, playing cards and board games, hiking in the woods, jumping into the hay in the barn, trying to walk the beam over the hay loft. Simple things to be sure, but great fun.
Every night we have a nice bonfire and sit around and tell stories and watch the stars. And of course the last night we light a huge bonfire. And I mean massive, we teepeed the logs 6 feet high, and kept it going as hot and as bright as we can. We all sit around snacking on S'mores, and sipping hot chocolate, or for us adults, warmed Brandy. For the 3rd year in a row the local fire company came out to "investigate" the fire. Weather they came because someone called it in, or because they have gotten used to us giving them some snacks and a drink for their eforts in debatable. But they have just a good a time as we do.
Of course it is all over too soon, and we all have to come back to the world. Honestly though, I would trade all this for that life. At least the memories are always there. Besides, it is a great comfort to know that we will do it all over again next year. That's the great part of traditions, even though our lives grow in diferent directions, we all share the same roots, we all share something the same inside. That is always nice to know when you are feeling alone, in the end you never really are.
To call it a vacation is a bit of a stretch though. It was just a family gathering up north for a few days. We do it every year, just my family (parents, brothers and sister (her husband and my nephew too of course)) and a few of my cousins and their family. One of my uncles has a farm in a little village called Hawkstone, a little north of Barrie. The place is old. Going up there this time of year and spending a few days together has become a tradition amongst us. We have been doing it for as long as I can remember, and as long as I can remember it has always been a good time.
The whole point of the trip is to get away from all the hustle and bustle of this society for just a few days, and get to know, and enjoy family. Like I said the place is old. The farm house is 120 years old to be exact. It is still heated by a wood furnace, although over the years some modern "luxuries" like indoor plumbing and a telephone has been added. We have this rule however that while we are up there we would limit our modern lifestyle. This means no computer (hence no blogging for the last couple of days), no TV, no cell phones (except for emergencies of course). It is a simple life, and you know what, it is surprisingly enjoyable.
We spend our time cooking, talking with each other, playing cards and board games, hiking in the woods, jumping into the hay in the barn, trying to walk the beam over the hay loft. Simple things to be sure, but great fun.
Every night we have a nice bonfire and sit around and tell stories and watch the stars. And of course the last night we light a huge bonfire. And I mean massive, we teepeed the logs 6 feet high, and kept it going as hot and as bright as we can. We all sit around snacking on S'mores, and sipping hot chocolate, or for us adults, warmed Brandy. For the 3rd year in a row the local fire company came out to "investigate" the fire. Weather they came because someone called it in, or because they have gotten used to us giving them some snacks and a drink for their eforts in debatable. But they have just a good a time as we do.
Of course it is all over too soon, and we all have to come back to the world. Honestly though, I would trade all this for that life. At least the memories are always there. Besides, it is a great comfort to know that we will do it all over again next year. That's the great part of traditions, even though our lives grow in diferent directions, we all share the same roots, we all share something the same inside. That is always nice to know when you are feeling alone, in the end you never really are.
posted by The Cube at 7:16 PM
1 Comments:
Oh, how I wish I had done something like that this winter. It sounds absolutely lovely. I know the feeling of getting back to your roots and how refreshing it is.
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