Summer is a yellow month in my mind. Sunshine first of all, and then lots of dandelions make for buttery views. There are vivid greens in the background, but it’s mostly bright yellow to me. That’s why summer depressions are annoying.
Everything for the past few months has been life seen through dirty windows. Oh well, I’m not the only one.
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All the in depth questions about Anne and Frederick, and the other denizens of Persuasion, reminded me that it was about this time of year that Anne was working her fingers to the bone to get Kellynch Hall ready for the Crofts. the only thing worse than moving in the heat, is moving in the snow.
I hate the thought of Anne being stuck in a dim, hot, muggy, dusty attic looking through her past. I assume because her mother kept her father monetarily in check, Anne’s childhood was cheerful enough. However, once Lady Elliot died all bets were off. Having to go through the momentoes of her dead mother and her ruined courtship with Frederick would have been especially terrible in August. Oh, and maybe she got to do some of that on her birthday! Wow, that was probably great fun. All that and having to decide which things were worth dragging to Bath, a move that was another unpleasant reminder her life was not her own.
Summer is for fun and freedom. Okay, maybe it never really has been.
Take care–Susan Kaye