Dear Friends,
For Tasha's birthday yesterday we hosted an "Anne of Green Gables" tea party with a friend of ours.
It would have been wonderful to have had you there as well, but, since you weren't, allow us to show you what we did in pictures. . .
For the centre piece there was a freshly gathered bouquet of Queen Anne's Lace blossoms--so perfect for the occasion!
Tasha setting the silverware before we began.
There were many delicious things to eat that we mentioned in the Anne books including:
"Anne Shirley’s 'Unpoetical' Sandwiches"
"The girls sat down by the roots and did full justice to Anne’s dainties,
even the unpoetical sandwiches being greatly appreciated by hearty,
unspoiled appetites sharpened by all the fresh air and exercise they had
enjoyed."— Anne of Avonlea
Plain old cherries.
And plain old peaches.
"Susan Baker's Monkey Face Cookies"
"In a very brief time everything had changed. Walter was in bed, warm,
fed, comforted. Susan had whisked on a fire, got him a hot cup of milk, a
slice of golden-brown toast and a big plateful of his favourite “monkey
face” cookies..." —Anne of Ingleside
More "Unpoetical Sandwiches".
"Diana Barry’s Splendid Lettuce Salad"
“Oh, Anne, mayn’t I help you cook the dinner?” implored Diana. “You know I can make splendid lettuce salad.” — Anne of Avonlea
In the back of the plate can be seen a good-for-you "Anne Shirley's Lady Fingers:"
"I’m going to have the daintiest things possible. . . things that will
match the spring, you understand. . .little jelly tarts and lady
fingers, and drop cookies frosted with pink and yellow icing. . ."
— Anne of Avonlea
(What we really ate were coconut-date rolls)
And now here we are going to the party. . .
As a present, our friend brought another bouquet of other beautiful flowers!
Hyrum stole a lot of attention with his adorable looks and handsome overalls.
We all donned tea party hats—fancy and un-fancy alike—which added to the party.
After we were finished with the tea, Audrey gave us recitation of "Music" by Percy Bysshe Shelly:
"MUSIC, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory;
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heap'd for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on."
Our hostess "Anne". . .with almost the hair colour that she wanted. :)
It was such a lovely party and we did have a splendid time.
Thank you for stopping by and enjoying our tea party through the pictures.
Blessings,
Marqueta (. . .
and Tasha, who write this post!)