May 7, 2010

Dearest Diary,

Would that weekends were full of the sort of rest I should require on this particular weekend. Unfortunately, they are not. I do not consider today to have been one of leisure on any account, but I do admit to having a bit of fun during a rare evening foxhunt. I was not the first, nor the third to track down such an animal, but I was not unsuccessful entirely. I believe there were some high points of such activity.

It might please you to query the eldest Mr. Lindsay or even the youngest on the occasion. You might even query Mrs. Lindsay for she did also participate. I do find that although we are not familiar with the literature concerning a certain Rocky Horror, we were quite adept at tracking down many other foxes in the evening. Perhaps next year we shall be somewhat more successful in the former half of the hunt.

And if you can imagine such a thing, I shall be prevailed upon to inform you of a certain meeting with a man who makes a practice of dressing in iron. But that is tomorrow...

May 6, 2010

Dearest Diary,

Yet another birthday has come and gone for the youngest Mr. Lindsay. I am under the assumption that he celebrated well with a full three courses. He received many delightful gifts and I should like to add to the heap if he should ever accept my offer. Perhaps he wishes for something else entirely. I think a horse is a splended idea for a gentleman of his repute.

He was not the only one to receive gifts today, however, for I received many from the schoolchildren. If it displeases him to share such a giftful day, I would refuse them until the morrow, but I do not believe him to be quite so selfish.

As to the rest of the day, although it was spent in the company of friends, there was little other Happiness to be found. Perhaps I am eager for a new adventure. Or perhaps I am simply eager for tomorrow...

May 5, 2010

Dearest Diary,

While I have no complaints about a day such as this one, I will say I was a trifle amused when near its end I was approached by a gentleman removing the refuse from the bins when I stopped to water the horses. It isn't that I'm unimpressed by such an occupation, but I was not in the very least interested in a chat as I was in quite the hurry. He proceeded to make conversation about the wastefulness of a fully discarded sack of potatoes and how he could not approve of my millinery piece. It seemed to project an allegiance I did not necessarily hold to. After affirming that I am impartial to that which he seemed to hold with great importance, he was unfortunately even more at ease with our exchange. I quickly bade him farewell and was on my way.

The humour in such an anecdote is that such things inevitably take place when I am at my least attractive state. When my face gives way to the drowsiness I feel. When dinner has made my dress just the slightest bit uncomfortable. That is when gentleman become garrulous. Not, as it turns out, after spending hours fashioning every curl and every eyelash.

Is this a strategy I should condone on the morrow?...

May 4, 2010

Dearest Diary,

At last we have returned from the long journey. The cooler temperatures of the mountain regions were replaced by the humid warmth of the southern country. I cannot deny the enormity of laughter and enthusiasm that was shared by all in the party amidst our trip. But I cannot also deny that I am most grateful for returning home and being through with travel. It is most certain that the week still holds much activity, for I return to the schoolhouse in the morning and I begin again with the University in the evening hours. A moment of rest, I fear, is still a good month away.

Nevertheless, I have missed the schoolchildren so and am eager to see them on the morrow...

May 3, 2010

Dearest Diary,

The morning began quite early with a trip to the market where we selected new footwear and bonnets for the day's adventures. We then headed to the stables and took a ride into the mountains atop some horses on loan from the gardens. Upon our return, we were taken back into the gardens for some portraits and exercise.

Lunch included a very unique cut of meat and then we headed for the hillside to visit with more horses and romp awhile in the snow.

We begin the long journey home tomorrow...

May 2, 2010

Dearest Diary,

Although I am well acquainted with the sort of precipitation we get in the south of the country, I was not prepared for the winter sort that arrived on this afternoon in May. I did, however, find it refreshing and beautiful as the ground became a powdered white.

We spent some time climbing as best as a lady might climb in the mountainous regions today and again saw some of the regiment. The Sunday services were enhanced by a visit to a beautiful parrish on the hillside.

To close the evening, we again were able to partake in a more southern faire amidst unusual entertainment. The morning promises much more excitement.

Perhaps even a ride on horseback tomorrow...

May 1, 2010

Dearest Diary,

Though the journey to the mountains and springs was a long and treacherous one, we have at last arrived and spent hours of laughter in the company of our cousins. There is much to anticipate in the days ahead though we have been amply warned of the potential dangers that may be before us. Despite the threat of bears, foxes, and various ailments, I am excited to take in the scenery of this region of the country.

Along our journey, we did happen to meet with a regiment and endured many welcome stares from the gentlemen officers. But as Ms. Austen is apt to admit, what are men compared to rocks and mountains?

Perhaps we might see a few tomorrow...