One of my grandmother's closest long-time friends is an artist who lives on Vinalhaven. They have known one another for many years, and my grandma writes her long letters on a very regular basis. I remember visiting her home when I was a child, and of course we went to see her while we were on the island. She loved meeting our boys, who she's of course heard quite a lot about from my grandma.
I simply adore her home, studio, and garden—filled with gorgeous light and details that tell a story of a beautiful and full life on the island.
I was thrilled that as we were leaving, Rhoda offered to let Seth pick a few apples from her tree. He one right there on the spot, and I was so happy that he had that experience (one he could never get here in Florida).
The next day we rode the ferry back to the mainland and did a bit of exploring in downtown Rockland before making the drive back to Portland to fly home. I stood on the ferry's top deck with my husband, despite the cold bit that numbed my nose and fingers. I was determined to stay until the island disappear from viw—savoring every glimpse.
Until next time, dear friend.