Or, rather, Au revoir. Ile d’Orléans, the island in the St. Lawrence River just a few kilometres east of Québec City, has been our family’s second home since 1987.
This weekend, we drove the 800+ kilometres there (and back again) to pack, disperse and transport the accumulation of more than two decades. This, and the preparations leading up to it, is one reason this blog has been so quiet lately.
We love our island. In summer, we’ve devoured its early and late strawberries and turned its raspberries into jam.
We have watched ships and sailboats pass. We’ve seen the river in all its moods and phases. High tide has brought surprises, from shards of shipwrecked blue willow pottery to a baby harp seal that once lost its way.
We’ve learned the island’s secrets; the best roadside stand for leeks (in St-François) or berries (the second one on the right in St-Laurent). Where to buy sugar pie (Spence in St-Laurent) or bread (La Boulange in St-Jean).
I spoke in my last post about blessings, and we have been blessed to have had our front-row vantage point on the mighty St. Lawrence River. Once you discover Ile d’Orléans, it’s impossible not to want to return.
But, while we love our island, we love our maman, grand’maman and belle-mère more, and this move brings her closer to her children and grandchildren.
So, good-bye island, for the present. Hello, next phase of our lives.