“Braebirch” is the name of my family’s summer cottage in Nova Scotia. We have gone there in the summer since I was a tiny thing. The last time I was there was in 2015 and I’m itching to get back soon. It’s one of those places where peace greets you at the driveway. It’s quiet and not much happens there. Lazy days are spent chatting on the porch or paddling across the lake or throwing sticks for the dogs to swim out and fetch. Cell service is bad, and that’s a good thing. Nobody needs to be reached from the outside when they’re at Braebirch.
A big chunk of my family is there now. Probably sitting on the porch as I write this. Reading a book or sipping a coffee. I’d be painting a picture. Or out picking blueberries and swatting deer flies. Or gathering some wild flowers for the table. I’m there with you in spirit and will be there in body soon. Don’t ever change, Braebirch.