Wistfulness. How easily it turns into discontentment!!
This morning, Fiala was sick (the first time in eight weeks, which is the longest I can ever remember her going without getting sick, bless God!!!), so I stayed home from church with both the little girls. We spent most of the morning in the girls’ room, reading books. One of them was my all-time favorite picture book, Blueberries for Sal.
Inspired by the book, I looked up its author, Robert McCloskey on Wikipedia. It mentioned that Blueberries was set on Scott Island, Maine, where McCloskey had a summer home. So, I looked up Scott Island.
Turns out it’s only 15 or so miles off the southwest coast of Mount Desert Island, which was the setting of one of my very most favorite young adult books, Calico Bush. (On top of it being an extremely compelling story, Rachel Field, perhaps even better known as a poet, writes incomparably achingly beautiful prose.)
I find that very interesting: Unbeknownst to me, two of my dearest favorite books are set within a few miles of each other!
I quickly found out that part of Mount Desert Island is a national park: Acadia National Park. So, of course, I clicked on some links to explore Acadia NP. Now, I want to go there. But, I guess you can add it to the list of hundreds and hundreds of places that I’d really like to go, and the overwhelmingness of that threatens to make me sad.