We arranged to spend a month at the cottage in Stockbridge to see if we wanted to keep it after my mother (now 85) was gone. This was my mother's decision. We could afford to "buy my brother out." However, two weeks ago, a real estate agent approached my mother and now my mother has decided to sell it. It has been in her family since 1930 when it was built.
It is the place of my happiest memories. So this will be my last summer there.
I am too distressed to even post photos of the most beautiful place in the world. I guess I will have to write about it instead.