Over the River and Through the Woods . . .
Okay, there’s no river.
But there is snow! This is the view of my path through the woods, and if you look really, really close, you can see my little cabin hidden away in the trees and almost buried in all the snow we’ve been getting lately.
It’s my secret place. My writer’s cabin. My refuge.
I love it so, so much.
I think I might live here forever.
Seriously, though, it is my secret place. You can’t see the cabin from the road—unless you know exactly where it is—and even my neighbors can’t see more than a glimpse of the roof through the trees. It’s hidden away from the world, surrounded by pine woods, and when it snows—like it has been ALL weekend—it looks like a little log cabin from the pioneer days.
The fact that it is heated solely by a wood stove helps with the illusion.
Once, I brought one of the children I nanny home with me for the afternoon. When we were ready to leave and halfway down my driveway, he looked back and asked me very seriously, “Is that your secret lair?”
I very quickly informed him that, yes, it is indeed my secret lair, thank you for noticing.
So now I officially have a secret lair. I’m not entirely sure what to do with this information, but I’m sure that it will be important somewhere down the road. When I discover how best to use it, I will let you know.
Since this weekend has been snowy, icy, and thankfully uneventful, I spent most of it bundled away in my house with the wood stove roaring, my curtains flung wide so I could watch the snow fall, and an audiobook playing in the background. I baked bread, prepped food for the overly packed week ahead, and wrote.
It was bliss.
I will be the first to admit that I am a hermit. I don’t go out on the weekends—unless forced—I prefer books to parties, and if I can spend my days off scribbling in a notebook or baking bread, I will most certainly do that. The introvert in me prefers silence to noise, audiobooks to movies, and peace to excitement, and my little cabin provides all of the above quite perfectly.
Especially when it snows.
What are your favorite kind of weekend plans? Tell me about them in the comments!