I went to the cabin yesterday as soon as Cliff left for work at 2:30, figuring to spend a couple of hours there. I took a good book along.
The temperature was perfect, there was a gentle breeze... and I realized I didn't want to go back to the house. However, I hadn't taken anything along to eat. So Sadie and I came to the house, brought in the mail, got five hot dogs out of the freezer, and returned to the cabin.
I'd relax in my lounge chair reading for awhile, then I'd go look for mushrooms. Sometimes I sat in silence, enjoying the chirping of the birds. Other times I listened to my cabin music: Iris Dement, Red Crow Westerman, and other folk singers.
When I turned in around ten o'clock, I went to sleep to the music of barred owls hooting "who-cooks-for-you" in the distance, with Sadie snuggled beside me as close as she could possibly get. (If you click on that link, you can actually listen to the sound of a barred owl.)
I believe I'll keep my cabin.
Oh, and in spite of a certain trespasser I sighted yesterday, I found these:
Just the right amount to dice and cook with some scrambled eggs, which has become our favorite way to eat morels.