Anne of Green Gables (The Beginning of a big dream))

Anne in the picture above is so characteristic of herself. Isn't it good just to be alive on a day like this? Anne, do you know I've wanted to be like you so long? I emulate you.

A flood of cheery sunshine was pouring and outside of which something white and feathery waved across glimpses of blue sky. The grass was all sprinkled with dandelions. In the garden below were lilac trees purple with flowers, and their dizzily sweet fragrance drifted up to the window on the morning wind. 

Below the garden a green field lush with clover sloped down to the hollow where the brook ran and where scores of white birches grew.

I'll not be able to help loving it. I want to go out so much--everything seems to be calling to me, 'Anne, Anne, come out to us.'  

   

The path with birch trees lined up where Anne falls into daydreams. Even I can dream away if I were in a place like this. I cherish the similar scenery I saw when I visited Hamilton, NY back in September 2006. Colgate University has a beautiful campus. At the end of a winding road is there a chapel with a secluded forest behind. It looks like a good meditative place. The most fabulous spot was around a wooden bench under the white-grayish tree trunks.

I've always wanted to read well-known books in their original English version. I finally started it with Anne of Green Gables. People say the first step is the hardest and well begun is half done. That's true.
Anyway I ordered the book on line with several other books at once. Yes, I'm greedy. I want to be greedy when it comes to books :-) I happily opened Anne. Ta da~!
Well, it took quite a longer time than I expected to finish it. It was when I was in the US and I didn't want to waste my conversational opportunities while staying indoors reading a book. 

Oh, Mr. Cuthbert, that way we came through--that white place--what was it? Pretty? Oh, pretty doesn't seem the right word to use. Nor beautiful, either. They don't go far enough. It made a queer funny ache and yet it was a pleasant ache. I have it lots of times--whenever I see anything royally beautiful. But they shouldn't call that lovely place the Avenue. There is no meaning in a name like that. They should call it--let me see--the White Way of Delight. Is that a nice imaginative name?