According to the calendar on which I make notations for each day of the year, today was eleven hours and six minutes long. The sun rose this morning at 6:54 and set promptly at six o'clock not long after Millie and I made it back home. If my addition is correct, we will gain fifteen minutes of daylight this week.
I keep a running tab on the number of days I have made my daily pilgrimage over the hillside trail. Today marked 491 walks without missing a single day. Millie's record is at 490 days for you may remember the sad day when she was sick and wasn't able to walk. Bless her heart!
Our 490th walk today was such a delightful one. Maybe it was because of yesterday, one of the dreariest days of the year, that today seemed so nice. Even though there was still a chill in the air, the world seemed bigger and brighter than it had in a long time. Small streams were rushing happily along because of yesterday's rain. The meadows were painted in hues of pale green, looking as though some watercolorist had been at work. I threw back the hood on my coat and breathed deeply, feeling for all the world that spring might be right around the corner. Millie ran on ahead, exploring the countryside as though spring had already come.
I have enrolled in another stitchery class, and have been trying all month to get caught up with the other students. I always seem to be the last one in the class. And, to think that I am a retired school teacher. Shame on me! Well, that's okay, for I always loved and adored those little stragglers. I miss them still...
And, I did finish all sixty pages of my little handmade journal. If I had known I would put so much effort into it, I would have used better paper. My theme had to do with needle, thread and cloth, so that gave me the opportunity to include a few old prints of little girls with their dolls. The pages below are a few of my favorites.
And, speaking of girls and dolls, the granddaughters invited me over a couple of days ago for tea with the Christmas dolls. They were all dressed up and seated in little chairs at a small doll-sized table on the island in the kitchen where the tea setting was arranged. My heart did a flip flop to see how sweet they all were - the pretty little dolls and the pretty growing-up-too-fast granddaughters. What fun!