It was so good to have Mary Alice “under our roof” again, and to get acquainted by our California grand-children again.
It is my habit to fear the making of an acquaintance with new people, and probably if no one else ever made first overtures I would never meet anyone...
A cool fresh blue windy morning. Most trees are again green & downy as in spring. A species of maple is badly rusted.
In the north, gigantic thunderstorms were slowly moving eastward, constantly swelling upward and changing form – a breath-taking sight, with such pure white tops, and never getting much darker...
I found growing in the sandy bank up on the bluff, what I believe must be the almost legendary (to me) wild sweet-peas that have haunted my memory since I left Ashtabula Harbor.
A day of sudden effects & great season change –
To Salamanca sketching- I had in mind doing a sketch of the roundhouse there from the hillside thru the trees. However, when I got there, the tree-screen was too dense...
A poplar tree, no matter how distant, may be discerned from all others. Saw one this morning quite a way off whose twinkle, lessened by distance, appeared as heat waves. All the coldness of the sky & wind & the freshness of the sunlight was in that tree.
I can see the advantage owners of great estates have. They have a manager and have only to say to him – this is what I want – and it is done – we have no estate, but we have the money - if there were just someone I could say to “See a contractor and have this built-“
Remounted and enlarged the “Spider and Grasshoppers (1948) which I intend to change considerably (yesterday made a tracing of it for historical record) – I will have the spider eating a scarlet underwing