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.

At least, she thinks, cheering up where she sits on the porch with her chin in her hand, it is clearing up outside. And it is almost properly Spring.

Almost.