The “Run Off” leads it home, as the water winds it’s way to the ocean.
Fields across the island, a memory quilt of promise.
It rests upon the hillside and across the verdant fields, rising above the northern waters it is the “Island Sky”.
It’s June and P.E.I. is becoming “An Emerald Isle”.
It’s amazing what a whole lot of rain and a little warmth can do on this island.
You never know what might show up. Sometimes there’s only one, or maybe two.
Today’s post is an example of some old history notes, just trying to get civilized.