It’s a chilly morning here today, but it’s just the kind of recovery day that we need at home after a busy and fun weekend. On Friday, Garrett, Lucy and I started to make our way back home from our vacation and got in by dinner time. Saturday morning they headed off to his parent’s house to pick up the dogs while I spent the day harvesting flowers and helping my mom prepare for the farmers market on Sunday. It was a bitterly cold day at the market, but thankfully the skies cleared enough for folks to come out and we sold out of almost everything.
The reward after such a long cold day was heading over to my aunt and uncle’s cottage for their much loved annual Labour Day Corn Roast. The rain stopped and the skies cleared, making it a lovely night to be out with everyone and celebrate the end of summer.
Every year I look forward to this party. I get to see our cousins, their cousins (who we all grew up with and feel like family too), dear family friends and even a few farmers market customers this year. It’s the perfect way to wrap up the summer.
They do an awesome potluck, with roast beef, turkey, salads, sides and desserts. The star of the show is always the local corn.
They cook it in a huge pot over an open fire. SO GOOD.
There is a “tail gate” party at the back with the bar setup along old trucks. You can see what colour the truck on the right was when my parents’ sold it to my uncle in this post on the corn roast back in 2010. (You can also see their cottage before they lifted it to add the basement. It looks so different!)
Before dinner came out, we snuck down to the lake to catch the sunset.
We’ve had such a great week on vacation and it’s hard to picture Garrett going back to work this week and Lucy and I started our new stay-at-home routine. Don’t you wish some summer days could last twice as long?
We made our way back up to the cottage just as the dinner bell was rung.
My aunt (left) and her siblings lost their mother this year and she was such a big part of this party and the cottages for so many years. They did a lovely cheers to her and their late father.
We stayed until the string lights were turned on and the chairs were pulled around the fire. Then it was home to get our little nugget tucked into bed. She was so tired from running around all evening that there wasn’t any protesting or requests for one more story. ha!
Another summer down in the books with so many good memories. This week it’s time to pull out the sweaters, tuck away the beach toys and keep our fingers crossed that we don’t get any frost on the flower fields before Canadian Thanksgiving next month.
