Our parents built our cottage in 1962- an alternative to building a bomb shelter, a real choice during the Cold War. Our mother predicted my brother and I would sell it after her passing. She didn’t think we were interested, we took it so much for granted all our lives.
We kept the cottage, and the land it is on. Just this week, we were busy replacing a dock our parents installed in the past.
Easy to see what we took for granted. The trees that have stood stalwart, never moving, only growing bigger in place.
The trees are still there. We’re grateful for them now. They represent a piece of the earth we get to borrow while we are here, all because our parents had the foresight to buy the land the trees and the cottage are on, fifty-five years ago.