Back again to PEI

"There is such scope for imagination"(Anne of Green Gables) in this land. Rolling fields tucked between Acadian forests, leading down to the sea and it's red rocky cliffs. The woodland paths embrace you, reaching limb and leaf over top of you, as you stroll down their ways. There is a sense of magic in this land, an elvish air about it. 

Summer, farewell! You were full and beautiful. It was on the solstice, your beginnings that we camped by waters edge, when we filled the endless days with ramblings through field and forest and dips in cool water. So much has this summer held since that beautiful week in PEI. 

And now on the Equinox, as we mark the shortening of days, the arrival of fall, the busy whirl of summer starts to die down. And I find myself thinking back to our trip, thinking about what those sacred paths look like now, the wild apple trees will be full of apples, the smell of ripe grapes on the vine. 

We happened to find the best bridge for pooh sticks

I love this little pastoral island, the beauty, the pace. 

Summer, PEI, until next year.