I did, and a few lessons with it. First, everyday is somebody's good old day. If a little New England girl could find joy in harsh winters and dull food, almost no circumstance is without its potential for happiness. It isn't what we don't have, it's what we do enjoy that should be the focus of our days. Second, memory is not the curse of regret.
Memory is the gift that allows every good old day to live forever.
The key to joy, I learned that day in Wellesley, is to remember that. Spring rides no horses down the hill, but comes on foot, a goose-girl still.