"Everly of Eyrie Park" By L. M. Montgomery

Alright, so perhaps this isn't really the title of one of Lucy Maud's famous novels, but it certainly could be for all the golden leaves dancing down outside my window and clean sun-shine painting the lawn with long shadows of water oaks. The whole family is at home and a friend on the way and Eyrie Park pulsing with the things that make it such a beloved place, worth lingering in. I must tidy up my portion of Eyrie Park (starting with the bed, though I am sort of fond of the disarray of down comforters and homemade blankets for diving into at any given moment,) and then begin teaching Willin his lessons. I am taking it upon myself to fill his little head with something other than remote-control toys from the Christmas ads which keep sneaking in with the newspaper. I just read all of the proposals from "Anne of the Island" along with the last little bit of "Anne of Avonlea" where Gilbert is given hope about someday winning Anne's heart. I couldn't remember the sequence of these romantic events, but now I am fully refreshed. Oh what a sweet way Miss Montgomery had with words-!

Best be going...hope my blog-perusing finds you all to be having an equally sunny morning. Blessings,

Everly Pleasant