I try to spend some time at the cabin every day, even if the time is fleeting. Tonight I had an hour and forty-five minutes to relax there, before darkness threatened.
All this time, I've had two of my dwarfs in back of the cabin, and two in front, on the porch. Tonight I realized they all needed to be together, and moved them accordingly. Do you have any idea how much a concrete dwarf weighs? But don't they look happy together? I set my lounge chair up right in front of all of them, and it felt as though I were having a party at which I was the guest of honor.
Even when I'm relaxing on the deck at the cabin, Mandy usually ends up begging to go inside to her favorite corner under my bed. I don't allow Buddy in there, since he isn't my dog. But I have started letting him have a little dog food when he's with us, and I keep plenty of water out for both dogs.
The mosquitoes are awful. I apply "Off" liberally, but I have to keep it by my side. Because after fifteen minutes, the pesky skeeters are back, looking for someplace they can penetrate. It's worth it, though. I'd fight more than mosquitoes to spend quiet time at my cabin.
Sometimes I listen to Native American music when I'm there. Tonight, I simply listened to the sounds of the woods, except for the last 20 minutes or so, when I played old-timey country music like the Carter Family and Jimmy Rogers.
I love my cabin.