We have a family cottage. It was Dad’s grandfather (I believe) who obtained the property and who built the first rough shelter. Agreements were made on a handshake in those days. Mom and Dad raised us at the cottage during summers. Appointments in town were avoided in order to clear the calendar for summer. Warm glorious cottage days lasted forever!
Mom and Dad have passed and the property has fallen to my siblings and I to maintain; we all agree the property should have one owner and not three.
So, I have been preparing to say goodbye.
My older brother has been managing the books and he would like to keep the cottage in the family. Although I do not know the final outcome, I believe we will seal the final matters with another handshake.
This view is of waning summer light, through the trees, and toward the lake. It is a view that is dear to me. The purposeful lack of sharpness, different from my usual approach, can be attributed to my “Leftie Period” created the winter of 2018 as I was healing from a broken right arm.
Christene
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