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“…the whole big dear world.”

“Oh, isn’t it wonderful?” she said, waving her hand comprehensively at the good world outside.
“It’s a big tree,” said Marilla, “and it blooms great, but the fruit don’t amount to much never–small and wormy.”
“Oh, I don’t mean just the tree; of course it’s lovely–yes, it’s radiantly lovely–it blooms as if it meant it–but I meant everything, the garden and the orchard and the brook and the woods, the whole big dear world. Don’t you feel as if you just loved the world on a morning like this? And I can hear the brook laughing all the way up here. Have you ever noticed what cheerful things brooks are? They’re always laughing. Even in winter-time I’ve heard them under the ice.” 

 Enjoying the first springtimeness here at Eyrie Park,

Everly

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life before marriage is still life

So many young ladies (besides myself) are inclined to daydream (unlike myself) and have a fantastical concept that marriage is a finish line to be crossed (though I don’t see it that way at all) and that until then, their lives are meant to be hard, lonely and dull races toward the possibility of happiness.

Okay, so maybe I sometimes slide into that category myself. Or at least we can say so for the sake of argument. And truth. Ahem…

But I’ve recently been challenged with the concept of living life whether I marry or don’t. I think I will, I believe I will, but if I didn’t, what else would life be for me? And what can I take from life until then? That is the primary challenge.
Before I have a husband, I want to have a relationship with God that my marriage won’t top. And then, married or not, I want to read and write a thousand more books than I have yet. I want to be here to watch my older siblings fledge the nest and my younger siblings mature into young men and women. And I want to help people in my community (my primary community being my family, outside of that would be friends, church and my geographic area.) I want to be a real missionary instead of a missionary kid. I want to learn everything there is to know about homemaking and raising children and keeping a family close. I might even get a job or take classes someplace. I want to garden, dance, throw perfect pots. I want to read the entire Bible, get in shape, finally learn to keep my room clean. I want to totally refurnish Clickety-Clack and make it a come-to place for encouragement and help for young women. I want to learn to drive (again.) I want to learn to sew, or at least tailor. I want to write lots of beautiful letters. I want to learn new ways to help my parents. I want to make visits to faraway friends and family. I want to finish exploring our woods and learn to bake bread. I want to volunteer in the nursery at church and become comfortable with babies. There are so many things I want to do!
And really, if I was married today, I’d want to have a baby tomorrow. And if I had a house of my own, a husband and the first of (possibly) many children, I wouldn’t be able to do many of the things on my list. God gives and He takes away and He withholds. But He does a lot more giving than we see, and everyone’s life is full of opportunities, every stage brimming with chances to glorify God. And every day, I detect even more blessings in my own life.
Honestly, I think I am happier than most married women I know. I am already in a happy home. I am already surrounded by people who love me. I already have chances to try my hand at homemaking. I already get to spend time with children. I already am part of a home and family. Until I walk down the isle with my groom, I’m content walking down our street with Jubilee’s hand in mine. And until I curl up and enjoy “Tennyson by firelight” with my real life husband (as Anne Shirley would say,) I am content with firelight and the sound of my parents reading the interesting snippets of the newspaper. And until I gather my own children around me and become that home-schooling Mommy I want to be, I’ll practice on Willin.
And though I daydream and sometimes feel very much like I deserve my next phase of life right now, I wouldn’t consider myself “a discontent single”. After all, I am only seventeen. But, if I learn to be content now, I’ll know how to do it someday when it might be really hard. Someday when I’m not married as soon as I’d like, not a mother when I’d hoped I might be, not getting that sweat-and-tears novel past the publisher’s desk. Because a(n unmarried) life is a terrible thing to waste.

Everly Pleasant
Picture: “The Love Song” by Norman Rockwell
Post inspiration: a conversation with a friend a post by Jasmine.

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My Favorite and my Best: Books for Young Ladies


Since I fully intend to sprinkle other posts in with my studies of patience, I thought I’d share with you a list of books I’ve found helpful or inspirational in my plight toward womanhood. Enjoy!

Beautiful Girlhood (Hale)

Little Women / Good Wives (Alcott)

Eight Cousins / Rose In Bloom (Alcott)

Passion and Purity (Elliot)

Captivating: Unveiling the mystery of a woman’s soul (Eldredge)

The Anne Series (Montgomery)

I Kissed Dating Goodbye (Harris)

The Weight of Glory (Lewis)

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Making Friends of Books

I wrote to you in May a short list of various books my siblings and I were reading. I thought it would be fun to have a recap and see what everyone has moved onto! Personally, I have not had the pleasure of reading much lately, but I’m sure I have a few to add to the list.

Sabrina (19):

Everly: (17)

Bunny (15):

Birdie (14):

Samuel (10-almost-11):

Willin (8):
“Stuart Little” by E. B. White (I am reading this aloud to him)

Jubilee (6):

What Mommy has been reading aloud to all of us (highly acclaimed at Eyrie Park) :

Everly Pleasant
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“Everly of Eyrie Park” By L. M. Montgomery

Alright, so perhaps this isn’t really the title of one of Lucy Maud’s famous novels, but it certainly could be for all the golden leaves dancing down outside my window and clean sun-shine painting the lawn with long shadows of water oaks. The whole family is at home and a friend on the way and Eyrie Park pulsing with the things that make it such a beloved place, worth lingering in. I must tidy up my portion of Eyrie Park (starting with the bed, though I am sort of fond of the disarray of down comforters and homemade blankets for diving into at any given moment,) and then begin teaching Willin his lessons. I am taking it upon myself to fill his little head with something other than remote-control toys from the Christmas ads which keep sneaking in with the newspaper. I just read all of the proposals from “Anne of the Island” along with the last little bit of “Anne of Avonlea” where Gilbert is given hope about someday winning Anne’s heart. I couldn’t remember the sequence of these romantic events, but now I am fully refreshed. Oh what a sweet way Miss Montgomery had with words-!
Best be going…hope my blog-perusing finds you all to be having an equally sunny morning. Blessings,
Everly Pleasant
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