Music Welcome to snoozecast, the podcast designed to help you fall asleep. Find us at snoozecast.com and if you enjoy our show, please share us with a friend. This episode is brought to you by Walks in the Dell. Tonight we'll read another excerpt from Dorothy Wordsworth's personal journal which he kept the year 1798. It was published a century later in 1897. Wordsworth was an English author, poet, and diarist. She was the sister of the romantic poet William Wordsworth and the two were close all their adult lives. Modern readers often perceive Dorothy as a first rank nature writer. In her assumption of humans as companions rather than overlords of nature, she is arguably also an early environmentalist. If you enjoy this episode, please check out the Winter Journal episode that aired last month and our other episode featuring this author titled, First Steps, a Scottish Tour that we re-broadcast on January of 2023.

Let's get cozy. Close your eyes. Relax your body into the softness of your bed. Now take a few deep breaths. March 1st. We rose early. A thick fog obscured the distant prospect entirely. But the shapes of the nearer trees and the dome of the wood dimly seen and dilated. It cleared away between 10 and 11. The shapes of the mist, slowly moving along, exquisitely beautiful. Passing over the sheep, they almost seem to have more of life than those quiet creatures. The unseen bird singing in the mist. March 2. Went to part of the way home with cold ridge in the morning, gathered for apples afterwards under the trees. March 3. I went to the shoemakers. William lay under the trees till my return. words went to the secluded farmhouse in search of eggs and returned over the hill. A very mild, cloudy evening. The rose trees in the hedges and the elders budding. March 4th. Walk to Woodlands after dinner, a pleasant evening March 5th Gathered for apples, a thick fog came on Walk to the bakers and the shoemakers and through the fields towards Wood On our return, found Tom Poole in the parlor. He drank tea with us. March 6th, a pleasant morning, the sea white and bright, and full to the brim. I walked to sea-cold ridge in the evening. William went with me to the wood. It was a mild pleasant afternoon, but the evening became very foggy. When I was near Woodlands, the fog overhead became thin, and I saw the shapes of the central stars. Again, it closed, and the whole sky was the same. March 7th, William and I drank tea at co-roaches, a cloudy sky, observed nothing particularly interesting, the distant prospect obscured. One only leaf upon the top of a tree, the soul remaining leaf, danced round and round like a rag blown by the wind. March 8th, walked in the park in the morning, I sat under the fur trees. Poeridge came after dinner, so we did not walk again. A foggy morning, but a clear sunny day. March 9th. A clear sunny morning went to meet Mr. and Mrs. Colrich, the day very warm.

March 10, Colrich, William and I walked in the evening to the top of the hill. We all passed the morning in sontering about the park and gardens, the children playing about the old man at the top of the hill gathering

furs. Interesting groups of human creatures, the young frisking and dancing in the sun, the elder quietly drinking in the life and soul of the sun and air. 11th, a cold day. The children went down towards the sea. William and I walked to the top of the hills above Hulford, met the blacksmith. Pleasant to see the laborer on Sunday, jump with the frisky-ness of a cow upon a sunny day.

March 12th.

Tom Poole returned with cold-rich to dinner. A brisk cold sunny day did not walk. March 13th, Poole dined with us. William and I strolled into the wood. Coleridge called us into the house. March 15th. I have neglected to set down the occurrences of this week, so I do not recollect how we disposed of ourselves today.

March 16th, William and Colridge and I walked in the park a short time. March 17th, I do not remember this day. March 18th. The cold ridges left us, a cold, windy morning, walked with them halfway. On our return, sheltered under the hallways during a hail shower. The withered leaves danced with the hailstones. William wrote a description of the storm. March 19th. William and Basil and I walked to the hilltops, a very cold, bleak day. We were met on our return by a severe hailstorm. William wrote some lines describing a stunted thorn. March 20th. Colourage dined with us. We went more than halfway home with him in the evening. A very cold evening, but clear. The spring seemingly very little advanced. green trees. only the hedges are budding and looking very lovely. March 21st. We drank tea at Colerages. A quiet shower of snow was in the air during more than half our walk. At our return, sky partially shaded with clouds. The horned moon was set, startled to nightbirds from the great Elm Tree. March 22nd. I spent the morning in starching and hanging out linen, walked through the wood in the evening, very cold. March 23rd, cold-rich dined with us, he brought his ballad finished. We walked with him to the miner's house, a beautiful evening, very starry, the horned moon. March 24th, Coleridge, the Chesters, and Ellen Crookshank called. We walked with them through the wood, went in the evening into the coom to get eggs,

returned through the wood, and walked in the park. A duller night than last night. A sort of white shade over the blue sky, the stars dim. The spring continues to advance very very slowly, no green trees. The hedges leafless. Nothing green but the brambles that still retain their old leaves. The ever greens and the palms, which indeed are not absolutely green. Some brambles I observed today budding a fresh, and those have shed their old leaves. The crooked arm of the old oak tree points upwards to the moon. March 25th. Walk to Coleridge's after tea, arrived at home at 1 o'clock. The night cloudy but not dark. March 26th went to meet Wedgewood at Coleridge's after dinner. Reached home at half past 12, a fine moonlight night, half moon. March 27th, dined at pools, arrived at home a little after 12, a partially cloudy but at night. Very cold. March 28th hung out the linen March 29th Cool Ridge Dined with us March 30th Walked I Know Not Where March 31st Walked April 1st Bye Mooned. April 1st. Walked by Moonlight. April 2nd. A very high wind. Colourage came to avoid the smoke. Stayed all night. We walked in the wood and sat under the trees. The half of the wood perfectly still, while the wind was making a loud noise behind us. The still trees only gently bowed their hats as if listening to the wind. The hallies in the thick wood unshaken by the blast only when it came with a greater force, Shaken by the raindrops falling from the bare oaks above. April 3, walked to Crukham with Colridge and William to make the appeal, left William there and parted with Colridge at the top of the hill, a very stormy afternoon. April 4th walked to the sea-side in the afternoon, a great commotion in the air, but the sea neither grand nor beautiful, a violent shower in returning, sheltered under some fur trees at Potstem. April 5th, Colourage came to dinner. William and I walked in the wood in the morning. I fetched eggs from the womb. April 6th, went to part of the way home with Colourage, a pleasant warm morning, but a showery day. Walked a short distance up the lesser coom with an intention of going to the source of the brook, but the evening closing in cold prevented us. The spring still advancing very slowly. horse chest chestnut sputting and the hedgerows beginning to look green, but nothing fully expanded. April 7th walked before dinner up the cume to the source of the brook and came home by the tops of the hills. A showery morning at the hill-tops, the view opened upon us very grand. April 8th, Easter Sunday, walked in the morning in the wood and halfway toowe. Found the air at first, oppressively warm. Afterwards, very pleasant. April 9th. Walk to Stowe, a fine air in going, but very hot in returning. The slow in blossom, the Hawthorns green, the lurches in the park changed from black to green in two or three days, met cold ridge in returning. April 10th, I was hanging out linen in the evening. We walked to Halford. I turned off to the bakers and walked beyond woodlands, expecting to meet William, met him on a hill, a close warm evening in bloom. 11th. In the wood in the morning, walked to the top of the hill, then I went down into the wood. A pleasant evening, a fine air, the grass in the park becoming green, many trees green in the del. April 12th. Walked in the morning in the wood, in the evening up the coom fine walk, the spring advances rapidly, multitudes of primrose's dog violets, periwinkles, stitchwort. April 13th, walked in the wood in the morning, and the evening went to Stowe. I stayed with Mr. Coleridge. William went to pools, sucked with Mr. Coleridge. April 14th walked in the wood in the morning. The evening very stormy so we stayed with indoors. Mary, wallstone crafts life, etc. came. April 15th, set forward after breakfast to Crookham and returned to dinner at 3 o'clock. A fine cloudy morning walked about the

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