Thursday, 9 April 2015

BLOSSOM ON GREEN GABLES

A week into April and it is beginning to look a lot like summer might, just might, roll her majestic skirts into England.
It has been a difficult year for me so far, and I can't say it has become any easier, but a few excitements have come my way and those have distracted me from the meaner intent of the two warring diseases at hand.

It hasn't been the easiest of times for my father either. Sometimes the endless darkness catches up with him. En d├ęsespoir, he decided to listen to audiobook versions of Harry Potter and Anne of Green Gables. The Potter hasn't really held him, although he gave his best attention to the understanding of Quidditch. Anne of the gables, the green gables of Prince Edward Island? Now she has of course enchanted him. Suddenly, blossom, and the return of my father's smile. Still a little hesitant, but there is hope. There's always hope where there's Anne Shirley…



This evening I reminded myself of a loyal dog awaiting her beloveds. I kept scurrying to the window to check whether a taxi had drawn up. Not yet. Now? Not yet... The taxi containing several precious bodies of Brother, Sister, Twin Niece 1 and Twin Niece 2. It's the sort of thing Anne was always doing… waiting for Matthew to arrive, waiting for Marilla to decide she didn't mind a girl after all, waiting for Gilbert to wake up and notice the red hair was auburn now. Definitely auburn...


1 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

How I adored Anne when I was twelve. Sigh. Our very own Canadian Anne, too. I actually knew a girl then who looked like her, orange hair and freckles. I am glad she is making your father happy - and so will those two beautiful little twins and having a houseful of beloveds. His smile will never stop!

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