A Storied Year
Title: A Storied Year
Fandom: Anne of Green Gables
Characters: Gilbert Blythe. Mentions of Anne Shirley, Uncle Dave
Prompt: 9. Months @ fanfic100
Word Count: 885
Rating: G
Summary: A month-by-month reaccount of Gilbert's life/views on the different months
Author's Notes: All characters are belong to L.M. Montgomery
January:
The white snow laid on the fields. Gilbert loved Januarys, because it was always a fresh start with a new year. After he had helped his dad with the chores in the barn, he was let alone to sit in front of the fire and read. His favorites were, of course, books on medicine. Anything and everything medicine related. The human body fascinated him. At a young age he wanted to be a doctor, which was greatly supported by his uncle, who would tell him that when he retired, Gilbert could have his practice in Four Winds.
February:
As a kid, he never understood Valentine's Day. He would give each girl a candy heart. But the whole point was truly lost him; he did it simply as a friendly gesture. At least until the year he met Anne Shirley. Then he wished he could give her and her alone a heart. But that would never do. Not that it would have matter much he realized as he was forced to watch her crush the heart under her boot heel. She would never be his friend.
March:
The beginning of the warm weather, with teases of frost. . .Gilbert loved that. He would often go outside without a coat and then lay in bed the next couple of days with a cold and the reprimanding of his mother that he was too old for that childishness. He loved to run through the muddy fields, paying attention only to the soggy ground.
April:
The rain. The rain was what Gilbert loved most about Aprils. Sometimes it was warm, sometimes cold. But always it signaled a good time. He loved to walk in it and just feel it as it refreshed him. He felt like it was some sort of baptism. Like the changing weather of March, this often laid him in bed with colds. Once he even developed pneumonia.
May:
May was the real beginning of summer chores. The seeds were planted, and now they needed to be watered. The fences needed to be re-painted after all the precipitation of previous months. His mother began working on her garden. The world seemed full of life, both with people and animals. Uncle Dave would sometimes come and visit.
June:
June is every child's favorite month as it signals the end of the school year. For Gilbert, it was never just that which endeared the month to him. He loved the sun and swimming on Saturday mornings. He loved now that Anne had allowed them to be friends, how they would take aimless walks on the different paths, and end with lunch by the river (the river where the Lily Maiden had met her fate).
July:
Gilbert loved the hot summer days, and warm summer nights. He would often sleep with his window open. He didn’t even mind the mosquitos very much. He would play baseball with friends until there was no sunlight left to play by. Sometimes he would sit with Anne on the front porch of Green Gables talking or reading poetry.
August:
August was always a see-saw of emotions. It was the last month of summer, which meant school approaching. Gilbert loved the beginning of the month, but he had mixed feelings about school starting. He did enjoy learning, he just didn't like being boxed in a school house. He liked to be free to roam and emerse himself in his learning.
September:
By September, the joys of summer had worn off. By this point Gilbert was enjoying the cooler days and the apple pies his mother made. He even was enjoying school and learning. Plus, he could now see Anne for a good part of his days.
October:
The cool fall air. The leaves changing colors and falling. The smell of burning leaves. Homemade pumpkin pie. These were the things that Gilbert loved most in October. When it was October, Gilbert was certain that it was his favorite month. But he thought that with each passing month.
November:
The crisp autumn air. The heavy winds. And, of course, Thanksgiving. Gilbert had always loved Thanksgiving; he was after all a growing boy. But it was more than the food. Gilbert really was thankful for all the blessings in his life, and he liked to acknowledge those. This year, he was thankful most of all for the fact that Anne Shirley had agreed to be his friend.
December:
The fresh snow, the cold air. Something in all this always seemed to rejuvenate Gilbert. But best of all, perhaps, was Christmas. As a kid, he loved it for the presents. But as he grew older, he began to appreciate the holiday for its religious connotations. There was something miraculous in the birth of Jesus. But then, he was a doctor, so he found a miracle in all births. That Christmas he gave Anne a journal that he had made of paper and sewn together with twine. He had apologized for it not being some fancy leather-bound journal, and Anne had interrupted him, saying that it meant more to her than any store-bought journal. She promised to write the next great Canadian novel in it. Gilbert easily smiled, not truly believing that. After all, it was not as if one wrote something knowing it would be that great.
Fandom: Anne of Green Gables
Characters: Gilbert Blythe. Mentions of Anne Shirley, Uncle Dave
Prompt: 9. Months @ fanfic100
Word Count: 885
Rating: G
Summary: A month-by-month reaccount of Gilbert's life/views on the different months
Author's Notes: All characters are belong to L.M. Montgomery
January:
The white snow laid on the fields. Gilbert loved Januarys, because it was always a fresh start with a new year. After he had helped his dad with the chores in the barn, he was let alone to sit in front of the fire and read. His favorites were, of course, books on medicine. Anything and everything medicine related. The human body fascinated him. At a young age he wanted to be a doctor, which was greatly supported by his uncle, who would tell him that when he retired, Gilbert could have his practice in Four Winds.
February:
As a kid, he never understood Valentine's Day. He would give each girl a candy heart. But the whole point was truly lost him; he did it simply as a friendly gesture. At least until the year he met Anne Shirley. Then he wished he could give her and her alone a heart. But that would never do. Not that it would have matter much he realized as he was forced to watch her crush the heart under her boot heel. She would never be his friend.
March:
The beginning of the warm weather, with teases of frost. . .Gilbert loved that. He would often go outside without a coat and then lay in bed the next couple of days with a cold and the reprimanding of his mother that he was too old for that childishness. He loved to run through the muddy fields, paying attention only to the soggy ground.
April:
The rain. The rain was what Gilbert loved most about Aprils. Sometimes it was warm, sometimes cold. But always it signaled a good time. He loved to walk in it and just feel it as it refreshed him. He felt like it was some sort of baptism. Like the changing weather of March, this often laid him in bed with colds. Once he even developed pneumonia.
May:
May was the real beginning of summer chores. The seeds were planted, and now they needed to be watered. The fences needed to be re-painted after all the precipitation of previous months. His mother began working on her garden. The world seemed full of life, both with people and animals. Uncle Dave would sometimes come and visit.
June:
June is every child's favorite month as it signals the end of the school year. For Gilbert, it was never just that which endeared the month to him. He loved the sun and swimming on Saturday mornings. He loved now that Anne had allowed them to be friends, how they would take aimless walks on the different paths, and end with lunch by the river (the river where the Lily Maiden had met her fate).
July:
Gilbert loved the hot summer days, and warm summer nights. He would often sleep with his window open. He didn’t even mind the mosquitos very much. He would play baseball with friends until there was no sunlight left to play by. Sometimes he would sit with Anne on the front porch of Green Gables talking or reading poetry.
August:
August was always a see-saw of emotions. It was the last month of summer, which meant school approaching. Gilbert loved the beginning of the month, but he had mixed feelings about school starting. He did enjoy learning, he just didn't like being boxed in a school house. He liked to be free to roam and emerse himself in his learning.
September:
By September, the joys of summer had worn off. By this point Gilbert was enjoying the cooler days and the apple pies his mother made. He even was enjoying school and learning. Plus, he could now see Anne for a good part of his days.
October:
The cool fall air. The leaves changing colors and falling. The smell of burning leaves. Homemade pumpkin pie. These were the things that Gilbert loved most in October. When it was October, Gilbert was certain that it was his favorite month. But he thought that with each passing month.
November:
The crisp autumn air. The heavy winds. And, of course, Thanksgiving. Gilbert had always loved Thanksgiving; he was after all a growing boy. But it was more than the food. Gilbert really was thankful for all the blessings in his life, and he liked to acknowledge those. This year, he was thankful most of all for the fact that Anne Shirley had agreed to be his friend.
December:
The fresh snow, the cold air. Something in all this always seemed to rejuvenate Gilbert. But best of all, perhaps, was Christmas. As a kid, he loved it for the presents. But as he grew older, he began to appreciate the holiday for its religious connotations. There was something miraculous in the birth of Jesus. But then, he was a doctor, so he found a miracle in all births. That Christmas he gave Anne a journal that he had made of paper and sewn together with twine. He had apologized for it not being some fancy leather-bound journal, and Anne had interrupted him, saying that it meant more to her than any store-bought journal. She promised to write the next great Canadian novel in it. Gilbert easily smiled, not truly believing that. After all, it was not as if one wrote something knowing it would be that great.