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July 11, 2014

The cottage even smelled the same: pine boards warmed in the sun to a warm, resiny scent.  The balsam pines around the house released their distinctive aroma into the summer air, just as they had so many years ago when we lived there, always had, and always will.  As I write, another family is having dinner at that same table overlooking the lake, playing board games in the living room as the radio plays softly in the background, or gathering kindling for the Franklin stove, including pine cones fallen from the trees around the house, bringing the forest fragrance inside.