We’ve all been there…


The Crofts moved into Kellynch Hall on September 29th. They were prompt in visiting Mary so I figure it was about this time in early October. And they were so gracious in acknowledging Anne’s connection to the family, and letting her know the good news that Edward was married. Of course, Austen was pretty coy in her wording of the exchange between Anne and Sophie.

“It was you, and not your sister, I find, that my brother had the pleasure of being acquainted with, when he was in this country.”

She (Anne) could now answer as she ought; and was happy to feel, when Mrs. Croft’s next words explained it to be Mr. Wentworth of whom she spoke, that she had said nothing which might no do for either brother.”

“… Anne was left to persuade herself, as well as she could, that the same brother (Edward) must still be in question. She could not, however, reach such a degree of certainty, as not to be anxious to hear whether any thing had been said on the subject at the other house, where the Crofts had previously been calling.”

Poor Anne. Maybe Frederick is married. Maybe not. Regardless, just hearing for the first time anything about the only man you’ve ever loved is a tough row-to-hoe.

And fall is a lousy time to lose hope.

Most years I look forward to fall. I love the smell of the air and the natural settling in we seem to do in getting ready for the coming winter. This year though I think is going to be different. I’m dreading the rain already.

Are you ready for whatever may come this winter? Books and extra batteries ready for power outages? Lots of cocoa and tea stored up?

What is your sure fire remedy for the winter doldrums?

Take care–Sue



4 thoughts on “We’ve all been there…

  1. Robin Helm

    I love the fall and winter – warm sweaters and sweatshirts! I like hot coffee and hot cocoa, Thanksgiving dinner and visiting with family, tacky Christmas decorations, Christmas music, time off from work, and holiday movies. Bring it on!


  2. Laura Hile

    Autumn is the season of burrowing in, nesting–the sung-as-a-bug-in-a rug thing. Autumn is also beautiful, with dramatic colors revealed. Who would have guessed such vibrant reds and yellows were hiding beneath summer’s green? Warm days, crisp evenings–what’s not to love?

    In life, the autumn years are similar. I came across this from Agatha Christie:

    “I have enjoyed greatly the second blooming. Suddenly you find, at age of 50, say, that a whole new life has opened before you.”

    For me as a teacher, autumn signals a new beginning. As Robin and Gayle have said, a time to read–and yes, to write–before the cheerful fire. So long as we have a good supply of wood (and books) and electricity, I am happy.

    But in the scenario you reference from Persuasion, we feel Anne’s desolation. Oh, there’s a new beginning, but there’s nothing for her in Bath. She dislikes the place, and worse, she will be caged a small house with her father, sister, and Mrs Clay. Every mode of escape is gone—no visits to Lady Russell, no rambles along country roads, no calls to the parish poor. And Anne’s long-cherished secret hope, that Frederick Wentworth would remain unmarried, had apparently vanished. Not a happy time indeed.



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