"I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string." --Anne
I always loved that line from Anne of Green Gables. Today, I felt that those nicest and sweetest days deserve remembering. This blog was born. It will be part Reepicheep, seeking the utter East, part Mooreland, Indiana, where nothing important ever happened except birth, death, love, hatred, family, and work, part Anne Shirley, marking the passage of days, and part Matthew Arnold, hearing and remarking on the "melancholy, long, withdrawing roar" of lovely things dying out of the world.
