It reminds me of a picture I have of my grandmother and her sister sitting on a fence, both in their late teens: my grandmother expressing everything I know, in a prim and proper dress, her hair perfectly curled, with a winsome smile. My great aunt, in pants, legs akimbo, hair braided with a piece of grass between her lips. She still sends dirty jokes to my grandmother via email, and somehow this photo to me explains everything.

I’m speechless. This is so beautiful.
Anne of Green Gables holds such a special place in my childhood…when my own family was crumbling, when there was a palpable ache in my house…I would often steal away to my room and escape into Anne’s found family and dream about the simplicity and importance of puffed sleeves.

Thank you for this, Bon.

So lovely.