A couple of weeks ago we spent two days at the Moose Lake cottage where four generations of my family have come each summer since 1961. As I sat on the porch early in the morning basking in the familiarity and beauty of a view that has nourished and blessed me ever since I was seven years old I remembered yet again that although I have lived in nearly twenty different homes in my lifetime this has been the one constant in my life, a place I return each year. Someone told me recently their family had gone to spread her parents’ ashes on the lake where their family had owned a cottage for decades. I ‘get’ that.
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