Kindred Spirits

But only in theory.  Lucy Maud Montgomery may have had a better handle on how to get her words in print.  I alas, too often hit a wrong key when I am on my last sentence and out the window goes my brain work. That’s what happened last time I wrote a blog post.  It set me back to no writing at all — the the possibility that I posted this very title and not content.  I wanted to say that I had the night before lucked into a TV showing of Anne of Green Gables, my all-time favorite. Worth losing sleep.  I’m sure I’m not alone in finding inspiration whenever it is my good fortune to walk on famous writer’s ground.  Twice I have visited Ms Montgomery’s Silver Bush “one of the happiest spots in the world” on Prince Edward Island.  Even took a carriage ride over the property and enjoyed fresh-baked molasses cookies and tea in the museum run by Campbell relatives.  The video scene where Anne and her best friend/neighbor stood on those unusually red cliffs prompted me to seek out my photos.  Could have been the exact location.

“I’ve found out at last what makes the roads red.  It’s a great comfort,” says Anne.  Lucy Maud had a gift for dialogue unique to her characters and I never tire of rereading her stories I’ve acquired for my library.  My Anne of Green Gables Journal is so beautiful with illustrations and quotes that I have never to this day written a word onon the lines.  Examples of kindred spirit thinking:”I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn’t it?”
And “Don’t you feel as if you just loved the world on a morning like this?”

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