The Cabin at Lake Jacob

When my son was little, he and his Aunt Debbie built this tiny log cabin out of corn tassles. The rocks came from the southern shore of Lake Superior, brought back from one of my retreats. The shrubbery...well...a little PhotoShop on the jar of mums sitting behind the cabin.

I wish I could go to Lake Jacob and find my son and my sister there, in this little cabin, just as they were back then, twenty years ago.

I'd cook us up a fine kettle of ham hocks and beans, and a big pan of cornbread. Then we'd fish all afternoon on the rocks at the edge of the lake...