Description from Anne of Green Gables VS My Own

     She opened her eyes and looked about her. They were on the crest of a hill. The sun had set some time since, but the landscape was still clear in the mellow afterlight. To the west a dark church spire rose up against a marigold sky. Below was a little valley and beyond a long, gently-rising slope with snug farmsteads scattered along it. From one to another the child's eyes darted, eager and wistful. At last they lingered on one away to the left, far back from the road, dimly white with blossoming trees in the twilight of the surrounding woods. Over it, in the stainless southwest sky, a great crystal-white star was shining like a lamp of guidance and promise.
     "That's it, isn't it?" she said, pointing.
Matthew slapped the reins on the sorrel's back delightedly.
     "Well now, you've guessed it! But I reckon Mrs. Spencer described it so's you could tell."
     "No, she didn't--really she didn't. All she said might just as well have been about most of those other places. I hadn't any real idea what it looked like. But just as soon as I saw it I felt it was home."
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L. M. Montgomery's Anne of Green Gables, Chapter 2, page 21

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     The cold wind blew through her soft hair gently and shot up her loose pant-legs.  It had been a long time since she had dared to come here, but now that she had, she felt at peace.  The morning fog had not yet disappeared, and the trees were bare showing that it was winter.  Breathing slowly, she sucked in the cold air and let it come out in a foggy cloud.  The graveyard did not seem to be as scary or dark a place as it normally was in movies.  It was simply a place where people -much like her- could go and remember the old times they had had with those who were once alive.
     Crouching down, she stared at her mother's simple-looking gravestone.  It had been too long, but now, as she looked thoughtfully at the stone, she felt forgiven for everything she had ever done.
     "I did it, mom." The woman said shyly with a tear forming in her eye. "I took care of the girls.  They are all happily married and Reagan even has a little child.  I'm sorry for not coming when you were still here.  I'm sorry for running away, but I came back.  I came back and made sure that my sisters were taken care of.  I," A little cough escaped her mouth.  She was too sick to be out here.  She should have stayed inside where it was warm.  But she was still glad she had come.  Now her mother could understand and sleep in peace.  What was broken now was mended, at least as well as it could for the time being.