I confess, I have read this multiple times as an adult, and I love it more now than I ever did in my girleenhood. I cried twice this time. Once when Bets dies and then in the end when Jingle goes off to college and Pat is convinced that things will never be the same as their idyllic threesome is disbanded. He wants more than friendship and she shakes hands with him warmly.
I love how Lucy Maud weaves the scotch/irish folklore into humorous little tidbits. I laughed out loud a few times - to be completely fair to the whole spectrum of human emotion.
The housekeeper Judy really is who makes up the bread and butter of this yarn - literally and figuratively. She's always cooking and I got so hungry while I was reading this.
I have to be very cautious whilst reading LM because she triggers my nature worshipping tendencies and I begin to research greener pastures. As Pat wanders the garden soaking in the beauty of the moon, lingering in her secret spot with Jingle by the brook that they have dubbed "happiness," and loitering beneath the birch trees, or meandering down the lane towards the sea - I wander the paved earth amongst the roar of traffic. sigh. Or worse- walk the trail wherein lie the fragrant deposits of those too lazy to find the dump.
Anyhoo - the sun still rises and sets in Bakersfield or in the enchanting isle of Mistawis and at Silver Bush on PE Island.
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