Home Again

They say it is always wonderful to come home no matter how wonderful the time away has been. For us, this is always true. Indeed, we seem to take our sense of being home wherever we go.

Our nine summer weeks at our rustic off-grid cabin in Northern Ontario were a constant delight. Daily early morning swims, often in the thick mist, and often seemingly alone on the lake except for the loons, the turtles and assorted other beings of creation, were rejuvenating. Peaceful kayak trips each day along the varied shoreline were soul restoring. It was a summer of heat and drought. It was a summer of old friends and new experiences. It was a summer of haunting quiet and raucous laughter.

But to be home again on the shore of the Annapolis Basin in Nova Scotia is perfection. It is the brandy after a sumptuous meal. It is utter contentment.