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I love L. M. Montgomery’s books. I think I’ve read all of her fiction, and she was pretty prolific. She lived on Prince Edward Island, Canada and set almost all of her fiction there. Needless to say, I’m dying to do a pilgrimage!
My favorite of Montgomery’s books are the Anne of Green Gables series. I’m not sure exactly when they take place, but 1870s to 1920 is close.
Of course, at this time, most of the islanders were farmers or fishermen. I grew up in a rural area with my grandparents’ small farm just up the hill. Talk about a farm and that’s what I picture. So I was always taken aback when the characters would leave the farm and just go down to the shore for a stroll. The shore is a five hour drive from my house! This picture helps me see how close the farmland and shoreline truly are.
L. M. Montgomery tends to be very, very descriptive and she talks a lot about PEI’s red roads. Look at these red cliffs! I think this picture is just gorgeous.
This is the Green Gables farmhouse that the book’s location is based on. Montgomery’s cousins owned the house in Cavendish, PEI and Montgomery stayed there when she was young. In the area are “Lover’s Lane,” “Balsam Hollow,” and “Haunted Woods” from the book.
Here’s a poem Montgomery wrote, called “Twilight in Abegweit”
A filmy western sky of smoky red,
Blossoming into stars above a sea
Of soft mysterious dim silver spread
Beyond the long gray dunes’ serenity:
Where the salt grasses and sea poppies press
Together in a wild sweet loneliness.
Seven slim poplars on the windy hill
Talk some lost language of an elder day,
Taught by the green folk that inhabit still
The daisied field and secret friendly way–
Forever keeping in their solitudes
The magic ritual of our northern woods.
The darkness woos us like a perfumed flower
To reedy meadow pool and wise old trees,
To beds of spices in a garden bower,
And the spruce valley’s dear austerities;
I know their lure of dusk, but evermore
I turn to the enchantment of the shore.
The idle ships dream-like at anchor ride,
Beside the pier where wavelets lap and croon;
One ghostly ship sails outward with the tide
that swells to meet the pale imperial moon,
O fading ship, between the dark and light,
I send my heart and hope with you tonight.
Do you have a setting that you just love?