1883, 10th July
I refrain from putting everything into words, as yesterday party had drained the strength of me to pour my heart in these blank pages. Although it was a wonderful day, I could not ask for more. Father gave me a new dress in a rosy peach shade as well a locket with a portrait of he and Mother, although mother portrait often wanders off just like Mother, she is dreadful with Bartholomew every passing quarter of the time, anxious that he might need her. Mother gave a few editions of the latest up charts novels, a majority were romances from what I manage to glimpse. Aunt Charlotte gift me with a few trendy hats for when I went outside, they are beautiful, although a bit over the top for my gardening activities. Uncle Clarence gave this journal, along with it a beautiful quill which releases a lovely aroma everytime I write, right now it smells like the tea garden that Grandmother Myrtle had brought from their old residence, I think she misses now and then her old house, since I often see her in that garden reading a book or making notes.
There were other gifts, my grandparents had paid ahead for some tutoring classes of music and riding, however, when no one was around Grandmother Myrtle pull me aside and said in a fortnight she would bring her along to instruct in the healing arts, I confess, I was thrilled but I kept my poise, and thanks, her for allowing me to observer at her work. A few family friends drop by after brunch and stayed until the middle afternoon, by dusk we had supper and after farewell of everyone I retired to my quarters. Although, that dream of the field of daisies still haunts me now and then, what could this mean, I wonder...
I refrain from putting everything into words, as yesterday party had drained the strength of me to pour my heart in these blank pages. Although it was a wonderful day, I could not ask for more. Father gave me a new dress in a rosy peach shade as well a locket with a portrait of he and Mother, although mother portrait often wanders off just like Mother, she is dreadful with Bartholomew every passing quarter of the time, anxious that he might need her. Mother gave a few editions of the latest up charts novels, a majority were romances from what I manage to glimpse. Aunt Charlotte gift me with a few trendy hats for when I went outside, they are beautiful, although a bit over the top for my gardening activities. Uncle Clarence gave this journal, along with it a beautiful quill which releases a lovely aroma everytime I write, right now it smells like the tea garden that Grandmother Myrtle had brought from their old residence, I think she misses now and then her old house, since I often see her in that garden reading a book or making notes.
There were other gifts, my grandparents had paid ahead for some tutoring classes of music and riding, however, when no one was around Grandmother Myrtle pull me aside and said in a fortnight she would bring her along to instruct in the healing arts, I confess, I was thrilled but I kept my poise, and thanks, her for allowing me to observer at her work. A few family friends drop by after brunch and stayed until the middle afternoon, by dusk we had supper and after farewell of everyone I retired to my quarters. Although, that dream of the field of daisies still haunts me now and then, what could this mean, I wonder...