Dorothay Wordsworth kept a journal for sentimental reasons. Her memory seemed to overlook times of events, and kept things out of chronological order. She didn't want to loose time. She enjoyed life and wanted it remembered as best it could be remembered. Through her eyes I could actually see the shine of a sunny day, feel the cool earth below my feat, even smell the sweet morning rains she described. Her negitive outlook always seemed to be shadowed by the beauty of the before and after in her words. In the Grasmere Journans, Tuesday 10th of June, she wrote:
"A cold, yet sun shinny morning... cold showers with hail and rain, but at half-past five after a heavy rain, the lake became calm - and very beautiful."
Dorothy continued to speak of the perfection and beauty of her environment. The weather was an important factor every day of her life, and apparently, Dorothy made the best of it.
Her journal is not precise and skips over day, even months at a time. The journal would jump back over times she'd just remembered after a period of time, that she thought important. This journal could be looked at as though as little girl wrote it. I don't know much about Dorothy Wordsworth, but maybe she was just a happy little girl discovering the life around her.