The next number of years fell into a rhythm. Greg and Ethel would travel to the Lake House in the early Spring and open the house. They would do some clean-up from the winter die-off and wind falls, and prepare the soil for the planting of the garden. It was noted that the garden was not the same size as it had been in the early years. It was a lot of hard work and the amount of harvest was more than what they needed. Other than a good potato patch and some veggies and melons, the more important thing became the fruit from their trees, for canning and drying. The Walnuts also became an annual tradition for Christmas treats so they were also harvested, spread out, and dried, to be roasted later.
The house was about 25 years old now and being exposed to harsh winters and hot beating sun in the summer months, it was time for a refresh. Tod, by trade, was a painting contractor and so it seemed a wise and timely thing for him to organize a family paint party. A date was set, and a good number of Uncles, Aunts, and grandchildren committed to come and help. A few of Em's younger brothers offered to come a day or two early to pressure wash the entire exterior. That was a crucial step as spiders and summer bugs were prolific and had left their marks everywhere.
Tod loaded his truck with enough tools for everyone, many gallons of trim, soffit, and siding paint, as many ladders as he could tie to the top of his truck and set out early on a long weekend. All the way to the Canada/USA border he was nervous. The American authorities were almost paranoid about any foreigners coming to the US to work and potentially take away jobs from Americans. What would the border guards think of all the paint supplies and ladders going across the border? Was what they were doing actually taking jobs away from someone or was the family allowed to do work on their own property? How closely would they inspect the contents of his truck?
The guard asked him where he was going, and how long he was staying, all the while with the ladders on the top of the truck right at eye level. "Alright then, have a nice day" was all that was said. Tod could not believe it but was extremely grateful. Going back was not going to be a problem.
The next two days saw wonderful weather for painting. Everyone enthusiastically pitched in and on the third day, it was completed. The colour had been changed slightly, but the overall effect was heartily approved by all. Now the Lake house was shiny and new both inside and out. The lawns and orchard were mature, as were all the shade trees and hedges, making the property look manicured and well maintained. It was an oasis in the desert, a cool retreat as one came down from the heat of the highway above the property. A place to be proud of and a retreat from work, school, and city life. Everyone loved it. The family thought nothing would ever change, but change is always inevitable.










