I had a dove and the sweet dove died; / And I have thought it died of grieving: / O, what could it grieve for? Its feet were tied, / With a silken thread of my own hand's weaving; / Sweet little red feet! why should you die-- / Why should you leave me, sweet bird! why? / You liv'd alone in the forest-tree, / Why, pretty thing! would you not live with me? / I kiss'd you oft and gave you white peas; / Why not live sweetly, as in the green trees?
31
Jul
8:20pm

"Anne, who was always called Nan, was very pretty, with velvety nut-brown eyes and silky nut-brown hair. She was a very blithe and dainty little maiden—Blythe by name and blithe by nature, one of her teachers had said. Her complexion was quite flawless, much to her mother’s satisfaction."

- Rainbow Valley, L.M. Montgomery

31
Jul
3:32pm

"Di is her father’s favorite, because she has green eyes and red hair… red hair with a swirl to it."

- Anne Blythe on her daughter Diana, Anne of Ingleside, L.M. Montgomery