The Crumpler Maine/Prince Edward Island Pan-Am Honeymoon…For the Love, Day 7 – Green Gables

Posted on 07 December 2009

As you may recall, when we last left the blissful honeymooners they were turning in for a long-awaited night of sleep on a foggy island in the northeast. We join them once again the next morning as they awaken to sunny skies with tummies ready for a big breakfast…

When we woke up that morning (it was Saturday by now) we headed out to find some lunch and find it we did. It deserves an entry all its own because we ate more seafood than was probably healthy, but after that fine meal we were off to do what I had been looking forward to all along — see Green Gables. You see, I was raised in the south so I always take the precaution that things may be closed on Sunday. Green Gables, as it turns out, was not closed on Sunday, but Saturday worked out just fine for us.

After arriving at Green Gables we decided that we wanted to take a walk before looking through the house. Off into the Haunted Wood we went.

And through the woods and across the road to the homestead where Lucy Maud Montgomery lived.

I took pictures of this little critter because he looks so different from the chipmunks and squirrels we have around here.

And this is why I think I connect so much to L. M. Montgomery as a writer. One word: place.

Of course, we couldn’t visit Green Gables without taking a stroll down Lover’s Lane.

Back up the hill…

…to the house.

It’s the stoop. I have a think for front stoops. Especially those that are worn and have really old rugs on them.

Inside…

I loved this little plant. The way it looks like lace, and how that looks next to the curtains. So pretty.

Anne’s room

I don’t remember if this was Marilla’s room or the guest bedroom, but I loved the quilt and the pillow shams either way.

That was Green Gables. I don’t really know what to say about it except that it was a magical experience. Maybe not what it would have been when I was 11, but magical nonetheless. I hope that someday I will be able to take daughters back. It is something to be enjoyed and experienced with a young heart.