[Although] it was the first day of the pleasant season, and around Gardenville, the numerous shots sounded like a battle going on, I was not bothered out in the country as much as I had feared...
"...cloudy and grey with a wind... Rain all afternoon and fitful wind brushing thru the wet-glistened trees...I have no fear of any dogma, but I do fear myself."
The first frost – mostly noticeable were the dahlias which were ruined. A sunny mild day.
Outside a soft gentle rain is falling from a dark misty sky, with a soothing patter.
The memory of a dream - which was of seeing about a dozen newly emerged black-swallow tail butterflies clinging to a willow bush in a lake
A dream – There was a heavy frost which plastered the dead plants and houses it had been grey and lowery all morning
In these days we have reliable weather reports a week in advance; formerly “weather prophets” could tell a day or so in advance from the appearance of the sky...
"...While there my attention was attracted from the sight of the thinning trees beyond the Libery stable in the hazy October sunshine..."
Met by Art at train – good to be home.