Blossom and Scent

Bright blue sunshiny skies, and the plum tree is an explosion of blossom and delicate scent.

Doesn't it just make you think of Anne Shirley, "all spirit, fire and dew" and her "White Way of Delight"?

Nostalgic indulgence moment:

Anne of Green Gables, by L.M.Montgomery - Chapter Two 'Mr. Matthew Cuthbert is Surprised'

She came out of her reverie with a deep sigh and looked at him with the dreamy gaze of a soul that had been wandering afar, star-led.
"Oh, Mr. Cuthbert," she whispered, "that place we came through—that white place—what was it?"
"Well now, you must mean the Avenue," said Matthew after a few moments' profound reflection. "It is a kind of pretty place."
"Pretty? Oh, PRETTY doesn't seem the right word to use. Nor beautiful, either. They don't go far enough. Oh, it was wonderful—wonderful. It's the first thing I ever saw that couldn't be improved upon by imagination. It just satisfies me here"—she put one hand on her breast—"it made a queer funny ache and yet it was a pleasant ache. Did you ever have an ache like that, Mr. Cuthbert?"
"Well now, I just can't recollect that I ever had."
"I have it lots of time—whenever I see anything royally beautiful. But they shouldn't call that lovely place the Avenue. There is no meaning in a name like that. They should call it—let me see—the White Way of Delight. Isn't that a nice imaginative name?

I adored this book as a child: even now, something about the power of the imagination and the joy of living sticks with me still.

You can read it in HTML or Kindle format on Project Gutenberg.

Happy days!

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