Eleven years ago, Gerry and I were in Saskatchewan thinking about buying a farm. It was a crazy dream, one that would have turned our lives upside down but, man, we had fun with that dream.
We finally decided that it wasn’t the right thing for us and, as we headed for home, our hearts were heavy. Every farm we passed on the highway reignited the longing. We talked and talked and talked on that long drive home from Saskatchewan to Washington state.
Today, with the benefit of passing time and the unfolding of things I had no inkling of when I stood on the prairie and listened to peace, I can say I’m thankful our plans changed and, in due time, we returned to Kamloops.
Still, sometimes, I allow myself the luxury of thinking about what might have been on those 160 acres we called Manderley.