In true Anne of Green Gables form, I would like to introduce to you my love of all things white. Anne's character found beauty and imagination around every corner, and one of my most memorable moments from the movie happens as she is riding with Matthew to Green Gables the first time. As they round a curve, beautiful white blossoms from apple trees form a cathedral over the red dirt roads; the trees stood at attention like soldiers as Anne and Matthew passed between them. Anne gasps in the movie when she sees thsi sight, and she asked Matthew what is was named, to which he honestly replied, the "Avenue". In her Anne-ish ways, she replies:
But they shouldn't call that lovely place the Avenue. There is no meaning in a name like that. They should call it--let me see--the White Way of Delight. Isn't that a nice imaginative name? When I don't like the name of a place or a person I always imagine a new one and always think of them so. There was a girl at the asylum whose name was Hepzibah Jenkins, but I always imagined her as Rosalia DeVere. Other people may call that place the Avenue, but I shall always call it the White Way of Delight.
Anne goes on to name other places, but this White Way of Delight has always been my favorite. It reminds me of heaven and home, which is why I believe shades of white have become my home's attire.
I've posted a collection of photos from things I have made or areas in my home that are my own White Way of Delight, and I'm linking to Songbird, a beautiful blog I stumbled upon. If you love all things white, you must check her out!
A Valentine's Day Wreath, made of white fabric. Simple but beautiful to me.
A Christmas Tree made from an old songbook...creamy white goodness!
Snowman, also made from a book. With dashes of silver, it still is delightful.
Tattered and torn, a prescription book from an antique store finds a home in my entryway. Each off-white page tells a story of someone...
A Pottery Barn pillow, with accents of burlap ribbon. raw and real
A mantle, with a distressed window from a family farm
Heart crafted from book pages, leaping out to proclaim Love
Easter wreath: My nest is full, as well as my heart
Coffee filters adorn the backdoor, reminding me to savor each drop of life
Pumpkins welcome fall
Flowers greet me as I wash hardened noodles from a high chair tray
My favorite white of all is my home. It isn't the front porch or the three white rocking chairs. It isn't the snow hugging the earth. It is the place I tuck my child into bed, showering him with kisses and a prayer. It is the place my husband enters, clothes smelling of cut grass and football leather.
This is my White Way of Delight.