“It’s just a little cabin in the woods,” he said “My wee-small get-away-from-it-all retreat”
I envisioned toting water from a well or creek, and snaring a rabbit for something to eat.
“It’s just a little cabin in the woods,” he said. I thought of the wilderness, wild critters, and such, Unadorned furniture, un-curtained windows, everything begging for a woman’s soft touch.
“It’s just a little cabin in the woods,” he said, and wasn’t I amazed when I saw, that his idea of a cabin was a mansion in mine, and it wasn’t a small cabin at all!
It had running water, electric lights and a freezer, stocked to the top with poultry and steak, There was a microwave and a jacuzzi hot tub, and from the deck, a stunning view of the lake!
I laugh now, remembering, how speechless I was, when first I beheld this great sight, and of my wannabe outdoorsy woodman’s Cabin in the woods that first summer night.
Later he told me, after once we had wed, why he made it all sound so undone,
If he called it a cabin–and still on I came, He’d know then that I was “the one”.
Sandra Lee Smith
February 25, 2009