Our family and friends enjoy our modest stuga (the Swedish word for cabin) on a beautiful spring-fed lake in central Minnesota. We do have electricity, but no indoor plumbing. Doing without this convenience gives us a feeling of roughing it and living with nature.
We share our cabin with three generations of family. Everyone gathers together nearly every summer evening for a potluck supper (smorgasbord) on the deck, followed by a boat ride around the lake. We are fortunate to live on a farm just 15 miles from our cabin.
We have our own eagle, which roosts in the tall oak tree. We have chipmunks eating crackers from our hands. Many kinds of fish are caught from the dock and fried while still flopping (we don't make lutefisk, however).
Our little one-room cabin provides shelter and much more as we have grown to love the warmth we feel as we gather together as a family at this peaceful, humble lake place.
Fall brings acorns falling, sumac turning red, crickets singing, a notice that winter is coming, and we prepare to close the stuga until spring arrives once again.
