Anne is a curious young woman ready to dive into the world, figuring out who she really is will prove to be tougher than her life at Green Gables, however it is bound to be a scrumptiously delicious reminder that the A in Anne stands for Adventure.
A new day rises with the sun at Green Gables and Anne is ready for it. Feeling renewed, she puts on her brown dress and braids her hair in a single braid. As Anne was leaving her room, she bumps into Jerry. How odd. She's not used to having him in the house, but she has to admit, to herself of course, that it does make sense for him to be there. Since he's been living at Green Gables, Jerry has been working extra hard on the farm - as well as his studies. Muriel has agreed to give him private lessons during the afternoon, which Anne has realized it made quite a difference on how he speaks. Jerry didn't have a lot of opportunities back home with his family, as one of ten children to a poor immigrant family, he couldn't attend school before. It suits him to be here, at Green Gables. Anne is quite certain he'll grow to be a fine young man. He still visits his family, mostly at lunch time during the weekends, when there's no work at the farm, when he has no assignments from Muriel.
— Bonjour, Anne! What a wonderful day it is! - says Jerry with excitement in his voice. — Good morning, Jerry. - Anne meant to be kinder, but sadly her words came out dry.
Anne was expecting to find the table empty and was ready to set the table herself, as a regular morning chore she had grown used to doing. However, when she reached the table, it was already perfectly set. It turns out there was a new routine at Green Gables and Anne felt somewhat out of place. Determined to push those feelings aside, she sat at the table where Matthew already was. Marilla came from the kitchen and sat down as well, followed by Jerry who was carrying a bottle of milk.
Breakfast came and went quickly and as everyone rushed to their own days, Anne decided it was time to take Belle and visit the Blythe-Lacroix family home.
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Finally, Anne could inhale the wind gushing through her as she rode to Gilbert's house. It wasn't a long ride, but what a glorious ride it was. Fifteen minutes sufficed for her to start to see those red tiles and bright white door.
Anne considered for a moment how she would present herself, it was ordinary for her to come barging in as if it was her own house but even her own house was different now, perhaps this house would be different as well. She pondered if it would be okay to kiss Gilbert in front of his family, did they know they were... Together? Were they even together? As togetherness goes this was the most together she had ever been with someone, but it could be different for Gilbert. Had overthinking been a sport, Anne would make the most wonderful athlete.
Settling for a calm knock on the door, Anne did just that. Bash's mother come to the door wearing the plainest white apron and looked at her with visible confusion in her eyes.
— I'm most sorry to entrude, Mrs Lacroix, I had hope to see... - Anne was cut off by a glimpse of Bash in the background - Oh, Bash! How lovely to see you!
Forsaking all faux decorum, Anne barged in at last, holding Bash in the warmest of embraces. How she missed his hugs, the manliest of men, who had such a strong soft soul.
Delphine has grown so much in just three months, another testimony as to how everything seems slightly different in Avonlea. Anne straps Delly with a cloth around herself and carries her around the farm, walking in the snow and talking to Bash.
— So, Sebastian Lacroix, you must fill me in. What has happened since I left? — Well, Anne Shirley-Cuthbert, it's been a normal winter in Avonlea, too cold to think. — Well, there must be something you can tell me, I'm dying to know everything! — Anne - Bash stopped walking and rested both hands on her shoulders, leaning in a serious voice - don't go breaking my brother's heart, he has loved you since I met him. Of that you can be sure.
Since he met him. Deeper words may have been pronounced before but no deeper meaning has been. Before Anne was even aware of how she truly felt for Gilbert, he already loved her. Or so Bash thought. And Anne instantly grew fond of that idea. There was once a time when Gilbert asked her if she intended to have a tragic love story, it seemed now that she was fated to have something even more meaningful. Kindred spirits, yes, but even more than that. Fate has little to say on the matters of Anne's life, she makes her own choices and her own mind, forges her own luck in the light of the stars with the fire in her hair. This piece of information Bash kindly shared, may prove to be of utter value in Anne's thoughts. After all, if Gilbert had been in love with her for so many years before, things were bound to do well in the many years after.
Another year is almost over, soon it will be 1882 and everything will change once more. But perhaps, just perhaps, Gilbert is the one constant Anne can count on never ever changing.
— I won't break his heart as his heart is half of mine. I promise, Sebastian.
Bash smiled deeply and turned to continue their walk in silence. There was such peace in hearing footsteps trail the white snow. A peace Anne knew could only be found here, at home.
When Anne, Bash and sweet Delly returned to the house, Gilbert was sitting in the kitchen eating porridge. Upon seeing Anne, Gilbert quickly stood up, his mouth still full and corners of the lips dirty. He offered her a smile and went straight to her, placing one of his hands on Anne and the other on Delly. A sight to be admired, that could've been a glimpse into the future. Anne shook with the idea of having her own family grow in Avonlea, with Gilbert Blythe. The boy she furiously hit with her school slate, the boy she couldn't come close to protect her friendship with Ruby. This reminded Anne that things were changing all the time, being here was the definitive proof pf that. Things changed to evolve, for the better, and that made Anne smile, a smile she had only imagined Princess Cordelia being capable of wearing. A magical smile, an enchanted smile, one that belonged to a heart filled with possibilities.
When Anne decided it was time to go back to Green Gables, the sun had already set. Gilbert insisted on keeping her company on the way back home, but Anne declined the offer, many, many times. It's not that she minded a few extra moments with Gilbert, but he was visibly exhausted and she was perfectly capable of fending for herself.
Riding home after dark wasn't without its challenges, the Violet Vale seems to be so alive at night, even during the winter. As she got to Green Gables, she realized everyone must've already been asleep as no one came to greet her or help her with Belle and the gate. Anne quickly tended to Belle and went inside, to the house she called home. Marilla was asleep on the couch, in front of the fireplace and a plate with cold potatoes and cold eggs was set at the table. Anne thought she needed to be close to Marilla, to feel the warmth of her motherly love, burning brighter than the fire. She opened her mother's botany book and sat on the floor, leaning agains the couch.
Anne got to thinking about what Bash had told her, Gilbert was in love with her since they had met. That was a very long time to love someone without speaking the words aloud. Had she been doing the same? More dilemmas for her restless mind. A young women's head is a very confusing machine, and not even Anne felt capable of figuring it out just yet. A new day will come tomorrow, with more questions and more answers, a new adventure is on the horizon. We all know how much Anne loves adventures.
