The fishing trip. A fine, windy day. The walk out an enjoyable one. The air is warm but fresh and the breeze is cool. Wheat in shock-yellow fields...
The mediocre mind is eager to accept the impossible supernatural things, but scoffs at the most ordinary natural phenomena...
To be inside of a building shut in from the outdoors, sometimes, only makes the outdoors more vivid.
The most beautiful thing of the evening are the fireflies.
Working in garden, hoeing. It is pleasant work after the rain.
On the train – the hot white sultry morning – sticky cindery coaches – motley crowd of people with various methods of over-coming boredom...
...Today – worked on an enlargement of the “Sweet-Pea” – sunset in the back-alley..
Dr. Bulger said in an aside to me that he hoped I would continue my association with the college, “next year and forever” – and I agreed.
The season reading & speculation on the divinity of Christ full of agony and exasperation, alternating exaltation and despair as it was, culminated in a trip to Rev. Neeb’s home...
It is almost impossible to conceive of such a glorious plant—The longing to see such a phenomenon makes me almost sick with frustration—I am planning to work on my Memorial to the Chestnut Tree.