Anne with an E

Good morning to you too, ladies.

Hard at work as always, I see.

Give my regards to the queen.

Such a bountiful harvest last year.

Thank you.

Hmm.

# First thing, we'd climb a tree #

# And maybe then we'd talk #

# Or sit silently #

# And listen to our thoughts #

# With illusions of someday #

# Cast in a golden light #

# No dress rehearsal #

# This is our life #

# You are ahead by a century #

- # This is our life # - # You are ahead by a century #

Bud, bloom, branch and bough

is part of the greater whole.

In fact, everything you see around you is entangled

in a kind of symbiotic dance

and the uniqueness of each participant

enables the forest to thrive.

But if you wish to see the true genius

and efficiencies of Mother Nature

just look up at the trees above you.

See the channels of space between the canopy?

This mysterious phenomenon is known

- as "crown shyness". - Oh!

Each tree is aware of its boundaries...

Thank you.

Which in tree speak means... No touching!

This kind of intelligence is not just limited to trees.

We see it across all of nature

even with the birds and the bees.

- Finally. - Birds and bees?

The bee collects pollen

and nectar to feed the hive and create honey.

The flower receives the pollen, which it needs to bear fruit.

I thought we were gonna learn about the real birds and bees.

I assure you, the lesson will be illuminating all the same.

And then we have the birds.

Take the red-breasted nuthatch.

Its main source of food is

the spruce budworm, which is a conifer pest

so while the red breast...

The bird gets its food...

the tree gets some much needed pest relief.

Which leads me to the purpose of this outing.

Mating season.

Paul!

Oh, my goodness.

- Oh. - Moody. Oh, goodness me.

Indians!

We are surrounded by savages! We need to leave, now!

Alright, everyone, calm down! Focus on Moody, alright?

- How is he? - It's deep.

There's nothing I can do here. He needs stitches.

The Miq'maw village, it's nearby. They can bring help.

I know the way. I'll be right back.

- We've gotta get help. - Ruby, are you alright?

Ruby.

Ruby.

Hello, Mimikej!

Remember me?

Can you take me to your village?

Uh, wigwam? Mother?

Is she gonna be alright?

She's in shock.

Give her some honey. It'll bring her energy up.

- Sit up. Try this. - Careful.

You're going to be alright. This will help.

It's alright.

Hmm. Oh, dear.

This is the Mi'kmaw Medicine Woman. She's here to help.

Who is dead?

My son said someone died.

Uh... no one's dead.

Uh... One of our girls has fainted. And a boy is hurt.

I heard the screaming from camp.

Thought someone died too.

Alright. Uh... everyone, let's move out of the way now.

Thank you so much for your help.

Hello. The girl will be alright, but the boy needs help.

Fix him up good.

This one buys my hockey sticks.

Oh, no.

It is from the weeping tree.

- It grows by the water. - It's for pain?

He'll need some sewing up.

Have him give me that honey.

She needs that.

Honey cleanses the wound. No sickness can enter.

- Oh, God. - It's alright. Just breathe.

- Oh, God. No. - It's alright.

No!

- Oh, my goodness. - Just breathe.

Just breathe, Moody.

It's alright, Moody. Just breathe.

You're alright.

She's almost done. Look at me.

- You're doing great. - There. See?

He'll be fine in no time. Just needs rest.

She says you must be gentle.

You will be well soon.

Thank you.

Keep it. I have so much of it.

Oh, thank you.

I went to visit Ka'kwet a couple of weeks ago

but I wasn't allowed to see her.

I hope she's doing well.

We know nothing.

They said that we will see her in the summer.

We can only hope that she is well and happy.

Hmm.

And the bees, it's genius!

How they produce a substance that can actually heal wounds.

Why is that not in any of the medical textbooks that I read?

And the Medicine Woman used willow bark for pain!

That tree's been right underneath my nose this whole time.

It's incredible!

There's so much out there.

Why can't we use nature to be on the winning side of medicine?

Makes you wonder, doesn't it?

What else there is that we don't know.

I don't know.

Well, neither do I, but I want to know.

I can tell you one thing.

You're dripping stew.

# And we stir up and down #

# And we stir to and fro #

# And off to bed you go #

Oh...

Oh.

I am running out of ideas. Oh!

Please. Please...

Go to sleep. Please. Oh...

You're so tired.

I'm so tired.

Oh, no.

- Oh! You're late! - She's awake.

She's teething.

And I'm leaving.

What's happened to you?

The same thing that's happened to you.

I can't keep up with this pace, Marilla.

I can't do it.

I must admit, I'm finding this daily routine rather... strenuous.

Oh.

Right, then it's settled.

Bash needs a wife.

A wife?

- But he's still grieving. - And what of it?

We both know our old bones can't keep this up.

And besides, we are about to sow the winter crops.

How on Earth are we to do all that when we're knee deep in nappies?

You know I'm right.

And it's the way of things.

Tell him to start looking.

- Me? - Trust me, Marilla.

We'll all be better for it.

Seems about right.

Mr Cuthbert...

At this rate, you could win at the county fair.

Look at those leaves.

I suppose they are quite big for a radish...

aren't they?

If it's alright with you, um...

may I go home early today?

It's time to go plant les haricots out back.

I promised my family I'd...

Yeah, yeah, of course. Go on.

Thank you.

It's odd that there aren't more posts about me.

Another day of glorious obscurity.

How many notices today for you? I think I saw at least three.

I think you may get a post from Charlie soon.

What? "Charlie" Charlie?

Yes, the Charlie who couldn't stop looking at you earlier.

Fiddlesticks!

I quite enjoyed the lesson today.

"Birds and bees" are all well and good

but give me wild wolves, soaring eagles

and blue-crested herons up in the canopy!

Oh, to be the Bride of Adventure is so much more exciting.

Hear, hear!

Give me red-breasted nuthatches or give me death!

Oh, I love that I'm not the only one courting adventure.

Has your mother forgiven your scandalous Acadian affair yet?

Hardly. She lives for melodrama.

She'll feast off that night for weeks to come.

Ah, then I do believe you'd be doing her a kindness

by indulging in even more unsuitable experiences.

It's the least I can do.

Well... that's day 124.

Lockets?

Kindred spirits forever.

Mwah!

Mm! Mwah!

Mwah! Farewell!

Mwah!