Islanders land cradled in the waves

The call of the brook came up through the woods from the valley of birches with all its old allurement; the mellow air was full of the purr of the sea; beyond were fields rimmed by fences bleached silvery gray in the suns of many summers, and long hills scarfed with the shadows of autumnal clouds; with the blowing of the west wind old dreams returned.

-Anne of the Island, L.M. Montgomery

Who iconicized PEI and said it better than perhaps Lucy Maud Montgomery? With all of its beauty and natural poetry, this island province offers a little something for everyone.

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