Little Island of Red

As I sit here in my cold England summer. As I sit and feel fall coming in faster and faster, I dream about an Island full of red dirt. Yes there is an Island full of red dirt. Red as a little orphan girl's hair with two big braids. Red as a the most glorious sunset on a hot summer's night.  Red as apples.

I miss our little Island.

Not so long ago, hubby and I decided to pack up our belongings and move to the Eastern Coast of Canada. Actually truth told. It was my decision. It held promise of work and a great life for us. We'll I didn't get the work, but we did start our great life. You see dear reader, as a wee one I had spent the better part of my summer in New Brunswick. My family is in New Brunswick and my heart is in the East Coast. The ocean calls to me like a mamma calls to her first born gone away to college. We settled on Nova Scotia for my work reasons. Plus Hubby's Dad had opened an Inn on Prince Edward Island..and it was easier for us to get to him. Maybe we just settled on Nova Scotia because I really wanted to move to the Island but I couldn't convince the man on that one!

Our lives have been unfolding on PEI for sometime and it just feels right. We got married at the Inn, on boxing day. The fire was lit for our grand event. 7 people surrounded us as we said our vows. Bag pipes filled the room. The day was warm and the bay in St Peters glistened like diamonds. It was perfect. perfect. We've been renting a cottage there for our vacation. Our baby girl took her first steps there. My father in law who we love so very much and miss with all our hearts, rests there. Our precious baby girls will lye with Grandpa (when I gather the courage). We vision a little home there. Christmas's there. Family gatherings there. Grandchildren. Weddings. We can't picture our lives playing out any where else. le sigh.

We've always lived in Ontario. We grew up there. We called it home. In truth dear reader, it's home because our family and friends are there..and for that reason alone. Home to us, is in the vast cold ocean on the atlantic. Home is the red dirt that stains our clothes and our pets. Home is the fishy air and the fresh blue sky. Home is the people that fill our hearts with love every time we arrive. Home is a little Island of Red. PEI.

We miss you dearly Island. We long for the days that will be our future. You are always in our hearts and in our minds.

xo

Oh please check out the Inn at St Peters and our gentle Island