“Upon the Mossy Stones”

What follows is a little homage to Dorothy and her dear admiration (which parallels my own) for the moss which ornaments the rolling hills and crevices of Grasmere’s grandiose landscape.

May 1800 Friday morning [16th]“Warm & mild after a fine night of rain. Transplanted radishes after breakfast. Walked to Mr Gells with the Books—gathered mosses & plants. The woods extremely beautiful with all autumnal variety & softness—I carried a basket for mosses, & gathered some wild plants—Oh! that we had a book of botany all flowers are gay & deliciously sweet.”

June 1800 Monday [23rd] “…When W went down to the water to fish I lay under the wind my head pillowed upon a mossy rock & slept about 10 minutes which relieved my headache. We ate our dinner together and parted again.”

November 1801 Thursday 26th “We walked into Easedale to gather mosses & to fetch cream. I went for the cream & they sate under a wall. It was piercing cold, & a hail Storm came on in the afternoon.”

December 1801 Tuesday 8th November [December] “…We had intended gathering mosses & for that purpose we turned into the green Lane behind the Tailors but it was too dark to see the mosses.”

December 1801 Thursday 10th “A very fine sunny morning—not frosty we walked into Easedale to gather mosses, & then we went past to Aggy Fleming’s & up the gill, beyond that little waterfall—it was a wild scene of crag & mountain. One craggy point rose above the rest irregular & ragged & very impressive it was. We called at Aggy Fleming’s she told us about her miserable house she looked shockingly with her head tyed up. Her mother was there—the children looked healthy. We were very unsuccessful in our search after mosses…”

February 1802 Tuesday 23rd “...I picked up a few mosses by the Roadside, which I left at home. We then went to John’s Grove, there we sate a little while looking at the fading landscape. The lake, though the objects on the shore were fading, seemed brighter than when it is perfect day, & the Island pushed itself upwards, distinct & large—all the shores marked. There was a sweet sea-like sound in the trees above our heads, we walked backwards & forwards some time for dear John’s sake.”

March 1802 Thursday 25th. “…I reached home just before dark, brought some mosses & ivy, then got tea, & fell to work at German. I read a good deal of Lessing’s Essay. William came home between nine & 10 o clock. We sate nicely together by the fire till bed-time. William not very much tired I was bad in my Bowels.”

March 1802 Friday [19th] “A very rainy morning—I went up into the lane to collect a few green mosses to make the Chimney gay against my darling’s return.”

April 1802 Thursday 15th. “…I never saw daffodils so beautiful they grew among the mossy stones about & about them, some rested their heads upon these stones as on a pillow for weariness & the rest tossed & reeled & danced & seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind that blew upon them over the Lake, they looked so gay ever glancing ever changing.”

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