March 25 Thursday Quite a heavy snowstorm this
morning but it soon cleared and the sun came out
bright and for a short time the trees were clothed
with snow and were realy beautiful to behold
Have been mending quite a number of
garments that were laid by from time to time
thinking I would mend them at a more convenient
opportunity but that time seldom comes especialy
if it is what I dislike to do
Evelina had a quiet day, within and without. The snowstorm and its immediate aftermath produced a beautiful hush over the village. The trees in her backyard, along the Queset, were “clothed in snow,” and “beautiful to behold.” This would be one of the last snowstorms of the season.
It was a lack of activity, perhaps, that made Evelina introspective today. She was more apt to describe her days in external terms, as in what she did and where she did it; but on this day she looked inward and faulted herself for not doing her duty. Because mending was so disagreeable to her, she was apt to procrastinate in tending to it. On this quiet day, she had no excuse not to do it.
*Photograph by John S Ames III