Here's a lovely gift idea for an Anne of Green Gables fan. It's a pretty fall watercolor print by the artist Lane Martin with a quote by L.M. Montgomery from Anne of Green Gables. You can customize your order to be printed on different types of paper or canvas in a variety of sizes (8 x 10", 11 x 14" or 18 x 24"). Several framing choices are available for the print too.
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In January 1904, L.M. Montgomery published the poem "The Winter Wind" in The Farm Journal, a journal devoted to the farm, orchard, garden, poultry and household economy. The journal's motto was "Practical not Fancy Farming."
Here is a digitized image of the poem scanned from microfilm available at Archive.org:
Here is the full text of the poem:
THE WINTER WIND
BY L. M. MONTGOMERY
I am the gladdest of winds that blow
Though I come from the realms of ice and snow.
I waken the notes of the pine tree lyres
When the sunset kindles its crimson fires.
I dance over meadows and valleys white
In the sparkling frost of a winter night.
I croon a song that is low and sweet
When the dawn creeps out on her silver feet.
I nip and pinch with a right good will
The children’s cheeks on the coasting hill.
I sting to action the hearts of those
I meet on my way from the Northland snows.
Laughter rings when I whistle by,
For a right good, rollicking wind am I.
Reference:
Montgomery, L.M. (1904, January). The Winter Wind. The Farm Journal. 28(1): 1. Retrieved from: https://archive.org/details/sim_farm-journal_1904-01_28_1/mode/2up
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"But November had been a vexing month all through...one day glorious...the next day savage."
-L.M. Montgomery
Mistress Pat
-L.M. Montgomery
Mistress Pat
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In June 1904, L.M. Montgomery published the poem "The Time of the Clover Blossom" in The Farm Journal, a journal devoted to the farm, orchard, garden, poultry and household economy. The journal's motto was "Practical not Fancy Farming."
Here is a digitized image of the poem scanned from microfilm available at Archive.org:
Here is the full text of the poem:
THE TIME OF THE CLOVER BLOSSOM
BY L. M. MONTGOMERY
The wind from the slopes of pineland
Drifts over the wide green fields
To mingle its breath with the incense
That rose-red clover yields;
The clouds on the far horizon
Are white in the peaceful blue,
And the brooks are tenderly crooning
The sun-warm valleys through.
All over the leagues of grasses
The shadows and ripples go,
And a bluebird is blithely singing
In the pasture down below;
For he knows that near him is cradled
His mate in her tiny nest,
And the time of the clover blossom
Is the sweetest and the best.
Song on the hills and uplands,
Song in the meadows fair,
Song in the beautiful valleys,
Song on the forest air!
And a gladness deep and lasting
That broods on the starry sod—
In the time of the clover blossom,
The world is near to God.
Reference:
Montgomery, L.M. (1904, June). The Time of the Clover Blossom. The Farm Journal. 28(6): 223. Retrieved from: https://archive.org/details/sim_farm-journal_1904-06_28_6/page/222/mode/2up
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In May 1910, L.M. Montgomery published the poem "Buttercups" in The Farm Journal, a journal devoted to the farm, orchard, garden, poultry and household economy. The journal's motto was "Practical not Fancy Farming."
Here is a digitized image of the poem scanned from microfilm available at Archive.org:
Here is the full text of the poem:
BUTTERCUPS
BY L. M. MONTGOMERY
Like showers of gold-dust on the marsh,
Or an inverted sky,
The buttercups are dancing now
Where silver brooks run by.
Bright, bright,
As fallen flakes of light,
They nod
In time to every breeze
That chases shadows swiftly lost
Amid those grassy seas.
See what a golden frenzy flies
Through the light-hearted flowers!
In mimic fear they flutter now,
Each fairy blossom cowers.
Then up, then up,
Each shakes its yellow cup
And nods
In careless grace once more—
A very flood of sunshine seems
Across the marsh to pour.
Reference:
Montgomery, L.M. (1910, May). Buttercups. The Farm Journal. 34(5): 311. Retrieved from: https://archive.org/details/sim_farm-journal_1910-05_34_5/page/310/mode/2up
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In November 1906, L.M. Montgomery published the poem/song lyrics "Nutting Song" in The Farm Journal, a journal devoted to the farm, orchard, garden, poultry and household economy. The journal's motto was "Practical not Fancy Farming."
Here is a digitized image of the poem scanned from microfilm available at Archive.org:
Here is the full text of the poem:
NUTTING SONG
Light, light, rings our laughter
O’er valley and hill,
To chime with the musical
Call of the rill.
The blue skies above
With their sunshine o'erflow,
And over the meadows
Beguiling winds blow—
Heigh-ho for the nutting.
Through the boughs of the chestnuts
The mellow lights fall,
And the song of the nutters
Rings clear over all.
The maples are flame
On the crest of the hill,
And amethyst hazes
The far valleys fill
In the time of the nutting.
The mornings are frosty,
The noons are a-gleam,
The blue air is quivering
Over the stream.
The wood ways are drifted
With billows of gold,
And the world sings a song
That can never grow old
In the time of the nutting.
Oh, ours is the laughter,
The frolic and mirth,
The heyday of autumn,
The bounty of earth.
The music that echoes
The whole world along
Is borne in our hearts
And enchained in our song
In the time of the nutting.
L. M. MONTGOMERY.
Reference:
Montgomery, L.M. (1906, November). Nutting Song. The Farm Journal. 30(11): 374. Retrieved from: https://archive.org/details/sim_farm-journal_1906-11_30_11/page/374/mode/2up
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In November 1904, L.M. Montgomery published the poem "November Dusk" in The Farm Journal, a journal devoted to the farm, orchard, garden, poultry and household economy. The journal's motto was "Practical not Fancy Farming."
Here is a digitized image of the poem scanned from microfilm available at Archive.org:
Here is the full text of the poem:
NOVEMBER DUSK
A weird and dreamy stillness falls upon
The purple, breathless earth, the wind-less woods,
The wimpling rims of valley solitudes,
The wide, gray stubble-fields and fallows wan—
A quiet hush, as if, her heyday gone,
Tired Nature folded weary hands for rest
Across the faded vesture of her breast,
Knowing her wintry slumbers hasten on.
Far and away beyond the ocean’s rim
The dull-red sunset fades into the gray
Of sombre, wind-rent clouds that marshall grim
Around the closing portals of the day,
While from the margin of the tawny shore
Comes up the voice of waters evermore.
L. M. MONTGOMERY.
Reference:
Montgomery, L.M. (1904, November). November Dusk. The Farm Journal. 28(11): 372. Retrieved from: https://archive.org/details/sim_farm-journal_1904-11_28_11/page/372/mode/2up
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"a ghost you couldn't see but could hear and feel was something especially spooky in the way of ghosts"
-L.M. Montgomery
Emily of New Moon
-L.M. Montgomery
Emily of New Moon
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