Monday, July 07, 2008

the best weekend...

Last minute decision to go to the cottage. We had something planned for Sunday that would have kept us in the city, but after looking at the forecast for the weekend, we cancelled those plans and headed north. An added bonus was grabbing our nephew (same age as our son) and taking him along - his older brother had a baseball tournament all weekend, so the family wasn't going. The boys had a blast. Swimming, tubing, just hanging out. It makes it easier on us as well, as they really do entertain themselves, with minimum supervision.

And, the real bonus of the weekend - wild blueberries! We haven't seen berries like this back in the bush for years, so we took advantage, and had blueberry pancakes for breakfast, blueberries mixed with Ontario strawberries for dessert, and brought some home as well - I see muffins being baked shortly.

The boys were all over the picking, and went out three times - slave labour at its best! (the bug shirts were lifesavers).

We played with our new toy - a remote controlled fishing boat. Yes, I live with a family of fishermen, both rod and reel, and fly fishing, but most of the time, they had this little remote controlled thing zooming around the bay! As you can see, it works remarkably well. It even caught a fish that was then swallowed by another fish before we could get to itYou can see the tail of the fish that was eaten by the bigger one here. Surprisingly, both survived the ordeal, and once released, went swimming happily away! (We are big believers in the catch and release type of fishing - sustain the environment as much as you can).

My son also gave his new fishing rod it's inaugural test, and pulled in 12 fish in one session! That's the definition of a happy boy.

There was some knitting done - mostly work on a sock, but nothing of note. It was so hot that knitting seemed like too much effort, so I read instead.

All in all, a great weekend, and I hope to repeat it starting next Friday night...

5 comments:

Carol said...

Mmm, wild blueberries. Dad used to drag the family out fishing ever year at this time. We would go up to Point au Baril (I think that's how it's spelled) and he would fish and mom and us kids would go blueberry hunting. Nothing like wild blueberries.

Anonymous said...

Free-growing wild blueberries! On the list of things I've never seen again since moving to California. (On the other hand, I never saw thistles--oh, wait, artichokes--growing in fields before I moved here. Always a tradeoff.)

Sel and Poivre said...

You've just got to grab those great cottage weekends whenever you can don't you? Our season is so short but as your post shows - soooo sweet!

TracyKM said...

The blueberries are ready?! I always think of them as mid-August; raspberries before blueberries. I can't get away this month! That's a neat looking fishing boat 'thing' LOL. Where's it from?

Linda said...

I would love to hear more about the boat and I am wondering - what's a bug shirt?