A birthday

[avonlea_girl]

Anne has never particularly cared for March. It tends to be cold, and gray, and rainy and muddy, and she almost always has a cold through most of it. But it is her birthmonth, and this particular day does happen to be her birthday

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[kindred_spirit]

Gil has spent the better part of the afternoon hunting for mayflowers. It's not easy to find them, in late March in Canada, but if you know where to look, and you're willing to be patient, you can assemble a respectable bouquet.

They're hidden, sort of, behind his back as he comes up the path to the porch of Green Gables.

[avonlea_girl]

Anne has been dreaming to herself, watching the budding boughs of the Snow Queen brush against the shingles of Green Gables, picturing the tiny fairies that come in the small hours of the morning when the world is gray and silent to breathe the buds into full bloom, but the quick step at the path breaks her reverie, and so it is with a bright smile indeed that she greets Gilbert as he walks up the lane.

"Hello, Gil!" she calls, lifting her head from her hand, her eyes very bright and her smile very warm.

[kindred_spirit]

"Hello, Anne," he says. "And happy birthday." He presents the mayflowers to her with a rather silly flourish.

[avonlea_girl]

Her lips part in a delighted smile, and she reaches for the flowers ecstatically. "Oh, Gil! They're beautiful. And thank you. I was worried it might be gray and desolate today, but the gods of spring have clearly decided to be kind. I won't let myself be too optimistic, though--it might well rain this afternoon."

She laughs up at him.