Thursday, August 28, 2014

how lovely

Oh, how lovely everything was! Gossamer clouds of pale gold floated over the Hill of the Mist. The wind had fallen asleep among the silver birches. The tall firs among them quivered with some kind of dark laughter. The fields were all around her like great gracious arms. The popples, as Judy called them, were whispering around the granary. The world was just a big, smiling greenness, with a vast, alluring blueness seawards. There was a clear, pale, silvery sky over her and everything in the garden seemed to have burst into bloom overnight. Judy's big clump of bleeding-heart by the kitchen door was hung with ruby jewels. The country was sprinkled with white houses in the sunrise. A stealthy kitten crept through the orchard. 

                                  -  L.M. Montgomery,   Pat of Silver Bush

1 comment:

  1. she really had a way of seeing, didn't she? very nice. to answer your question about the red clay soil of PEI, they have a billion $ industry of PEI potatoes... they also do well with seafood... :) it's really a beautiful place, that I wish I had more time to be in!! Hope you have a beautiful weekend!