Everything we planted was a lie?

ANNE WITH AN E (2017 - 2019) + Autumnal Colors 🍃🍂🍁

October was a beautiful month at Green Gables, when the birches in the hollow turned as golden as sunshine and the maples behind the orchard were royal crimson and the wild cherry trees along the lane put on the lovliest shades of dark red and bronzy green, while the fields sunned themselves in aftermaths. Anne reveled in the world of color around her. "Oh, Marilla," she exclaimed one Saturday morning, coming dancing in with her arms full of gorgeous boughs, "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? Look at these maple branches. Don't they give you a thrill - several thrills? I'm going to decorate my room with them."

Beautiful library in Munich Bavaria

Anne with an E (2017 - 2019) + Snow ❄️

‘She had a good sleep that night and awakened in the morning to find herself and the world transformed. It had snowed softly and thickly all through the hours of darkness and the beaufiful whiteness, glittering in the frosty sunshine, looked like a mantle of charity cast over all the mistakes and humiliations of the past.    “Every morn is a fresh beginning, Every morn is the world made new,”    sang Anne, as she dressed.’

She can’t act, she can’t sing, she can’t dance. A triple threat.