"the beauty of winter is that it makes you appreciate spring."
the story girl
"welcome, new year," said captain jim, bowing low as the last stroke died away. "i wish you all the best year of your lives, mates. i reckon that whatever the new year brings us will be the best the great captain has for us - and some how or other we'll all make port in a good harbor."
anne's house of dreams
"it feels like snow tnoight. i like an evening when it feels like snow. the wind is blowing 'in turret and tree' and making my cozy room seem even cozier. the last golden leaf will be blown from the aspens tonight."
anne of windy poplars
the white flakes were beginning to flutter down over the fields and woods, russet and gray in their dreamless sleep. soon the far-away slopes and hills were dim and wraith-like through their gauzy scarfing, as if pale autumn had flung a misty bridal veil over her hair and was waiting for her wintry bridegroom.
anne of the island