It’s a clear blue sky kind of day and we are headed due North. New Brunswick is in my rearview mirror and Prince Edward Island lay before us. As I cross over the 8 mile long Confederation Bridge, I have images of my literary friends Anne Shirley and Gilbert Blythe waiting to welcome me to their island.
‘RED’DY AND WAITING
While my fictional welcoming committee is absent, it takes very little time before I begin to see Prince Edward Island from the same wondrous perspective as Anne Shirley did. The countryside is dressed in a sybaritic* garment of green. Peeking out beneath her petticoat is a strikingly red undergarment. At once I remember Anne’s affable* question to Matthew, “And what does make the roads red?” Continue reading “be (uniquely) you | Prince Edward Island”