October’s three-day holiday weekend is upon us. Columbus Day on Monday always signified the time to close the cottage for the winter. For years I would spend these three days switching screens for shutters and preparing the little lake house for its solitary stretch of winter. This year it signifies Peterborough New Hampshire’s 275th anniversary celebration. I feel a great affinity to this place. The paper ran a huge, two section special edition chronicling the timeline of the place of my maternal heritage. Plans include a parade and activities to satisfy the most jaded of tourists. Nature is responding with a glorious display of quintessential New England fall foliage and the store has a cooking demo, cheese arrival and herb & salt bar festival planned. We kick-off Friday night with the “Soup Ladies” dishing up some samples of their excellent product followed by Saturday’s festivities including a live band on the patio and our monthly cooking demo.
I had planned on our original chef, Joe Stanislaw, to wow the crowds with his simple and delicious selections. Unfortunately, Joe is laid up following knee surgery. We have his recipes, Kim and I will cook up the menu, and we will serve the tasty bites in his honor.
If the cheese deli case doesn’t arrive tomorrow, I will still bring coolers and serve cheese because I have promised for far too long that we will have cheese! So much to get finished before the weekend madness sets in but I work best under pressure so bring it on!!
Meanwhile, life goes on about its own schedule. Wilson’s mom is coming home after a short stint in the hospital. She is coming home to die, in her own house, surrounded by the people she loves, with her patient Springer Spaniel at her bedside. I wish I could ease this pain but, it is his lesson to learn and her’s to teach.
These are the months of departures. Those among us who look ahead and see the difficulties of life through the winter months have a choice, and some choose to leave while there is still colors and warmth. The harsh beauty of winter requires extra effort that some realize they can no longer muster. And that’s OK. I can deal with the best laid plans needing a slight change…