Friday 20 March 2015

A new season.

I'm simply beside myself, caught up in the wonder of my surroundings. As I write, I am sitting against a beautiful, big birch tree along the banks of the now freely flowing creek in the dear old woods behind Green Gables. The birds are filling the air with their joyful song. Yes, winter is finally, officially over, and it is the first day of spring!

It's quite unbelievable to think that winter has already come and gone as fast as it has. There are so many good things about the season of winter, that I cherish dearly, but there is really something extraordinary about spring. There is something special about the way everything becomes alive and rejuvenated, it is simply amazing to witness!

Before long, summer will roll back around again, hopefully bringing Gilbert Blythe home with it. I still have yet to receive his package of mystery in the mail. It is very unlike him to forget something, so perhaps he is just waiting for the perfect moment.

As I sit by the streaming waters, which are proving to be a great distraction for my wandering imagination, I am reviewing the writing exercises from the children's last work shop. Some are quite entertaining, while others clearly need extra work, yet a select few are simply... inspiring. I cannot think of any other word to describe it. Young minds are just incredibly rich with ideas! Unfortunately, it is extremely difficult for some to get those ideas flowing nicely on paper. I plan to bring this to the attention of Miss Stacy and Miss King the next chance I get. I really believe that these students need more than just a month of writing classes, they need to be engaged in it weekly... perhaps even daily, if my two superiors will take that into consideration. I won't make mention of it just yet, but it's something that has been bearing heavily on my mind.

I've lost track of all time. I'm not even quite sure how long I've been out here for, but I must get back home soon. I've promised Marilla to help her bake up a storm for the church's spring picnic coming up this Sunday. Baking still is not my strong suit, but the more I try, the more I will succeed! (Hopefully).

Here is to another new season in life, full of new dreams and horizons.

-Anne

Friday 13 March 2015

Back in the schoolhouse...

Spring is alive and well here in Avonlea. The snowing has ceased and the thaw has begun! How delightful it is to walk along the paths and hear the dripping of melted ice and snow along with the glorious songs of birds filling the air. Winter has passed and an exciting new season is just beginning to unfold.

My writer's craft lesson at the public school was quite a success. I am so enlivened by the sight of these young pupils finding their imaginations and living them out through their own unique work of writing. They are all to write a short story for me by the end of the month, and the ideas I've heard are numerous! Gus Pike, for example, wishes to write about life on the sea and the trouble of pirates, whereas other students are taking a more practical route. Regardless, I do hope they all use their full potential which is at their disposal in this project. I've become chummy with one student in particular, Virginia McRae, a dreadfully shy girl who took the courage to stand up at the end of class and thank me in front of everyone. She holds the true characteristics of a kindred spirit, for certain!

On another note, I've received a letter from Gilbert at last. He seems to be rather busy with school, as I expected, but I do believe I've been weighing heavily in his thoughts. I really am starting to long to be in his arms once again. He says he will be coming home for a visit soon, but in the meantime, has told me to keep my eyes open for something that is coming in the mail from him. I hardly know what it could be, but I'm waiting with quite an eagerness!

That will be all for now, journal... All I can say is each day unfolds with a new beautiful beginning, and I cannot wait to see what the future has in store for me.

-Anne

Friday 6 March 2015

Some delightful news!

This will be a short entry, as I'm currently preparing my lesson for Monday afternoon. Miss Stacy has asked me to lead a writer's workshop at the school! I'm so thrilled to have this opportunity to revisit my days of teaching. The workshop will span over four weeks, and possibly longer, if Hetty King sees any improvement in her students' creative writing. I do hope I leave a lasting impact on their young minds, whether it relates to writing or simply how to find joy in everyday life.

Other than preparing and dreaming for Monday all week, I've gotten the chance to catch up with the Avonlea folk, as Marilla and Rachel held a sewing circle here at Green Gables. I heard so much gossip I could hardly believe my own ears. Not only that, but I had a lovely evening with Diana and wee baby Fred. I really cannot wait for the days when I have my own children, and when Diana and I will watch them frolic and learn and grow together, just as we did only a few short years ago.

Oh! I also had a surprise visit from none other than Josie Pye... Spurgeon, now (I always make the mistake of addressing my old schoolmates by their maiden names!) She was nothing short of a mess, sobbing out in agony over her loneliness, as Moody Spurgeon is off at seminary. It appears that she was to start with a clean slate, and outright apologized to me for being so nasty during our school days... yes, those were her very own words. She even invited me to come over for dinner! Certainly nothing like the old Josie I knew, but I will give her a chance to show that she's matured and grown past her foolish ways. I, too, was quite foolish as a girl, after all. I still tend to be a bit foolish as it is, though I'm growing better each and every passing day.

I have yet to hear from my dearest Gil, though I'm sure he's getting along well with his studies. He always manages to! Hopefully I receive a letter soon...

I really must put this journal away and get back to my preparations for Monday!

Forever yours,


Anne.