A fine soft beautiful day

Sunday 27th December 1801 A fine soft beautiful, mild day with gleams of sunshine. I lay in bed till 12 o clock, Mr Clarkson’s man came, we wrote to him…Dorothy Wordsworth The Grasmere Journals

I’ve kept a journal for more than 20 years. Some entries read like Wordsworth’s, simple observations of the weather, the garden and the events of the day while other entries are more poetic or introspective. Either way I really enjoy looking back and seeing what I was thinking about and what was going on in my life. Is journaling part of your creative writing habit?

This excerpt taken from Journals of Dorothy Wordsworth: The Alfoxden Journal 1798, The Grasmere Journals 1800-1803, ed. Mary Moorman (New York: Oxford UP, 1971), 109-110.


 

Thursday 15th. It was a threatening misty morning—but mild. We set off after dinner from Eusemere. Mrs Clarkson went a short way with us but turned back. The wind was furious and we thought we must have returned. We first rested in the large Boat-house, then under a furze Bush opposite Mr Clarkson’s. Saw the plough going in the field. The wind seized our breath the Lake was rough. There was a Boat by itself floating in the middle of the Bay below Water Millock. We rested again in the Water Millock Lane. The hawthorns are black and green, the birches here and there greenish but there is yet more of purple to be seen on the Twigs. We got over into a field to avoid some cows—people working, a few primroses by the roadside, woodsorrel flower, the anemone, scentless violets, strawberries, and that starry yellow flower which Mrs C. calls pile wort.

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