Following two days of cold numbing weather, July opens with a cool rainy day. The sky is down East. The rain comes down evenly and quietly. A cool breeze stirs the sluggish air. There is nothing dispiriting about the rain. The sky is brightening westward.
The longing to do exactly what he was doing became almost too great to bear.
I cut the weeds in the front yard tonight. Regret came with the first blow of the sickle...
Evening B & I to Strand—then changed our minds and went for drive instead—Seeing an ambulance we decided impulsively to follow it. It led us a “merry chase”
The children were adorable – Art so sturdy and bright and always coming to me to be loved – Shy again at first, Nancy soon made up with us again in a couple of days – Cyndy was so good, and happy –
A bouquet of pink clover — such large blossoms as I do not remember seeing before – The odor – if it could be translated into a visual thing, would be like the rosy bloom on the sun-tanned cheek of a child.
Last evening an unusual cloud phenomenon—(similar to the cloud effects of that rhapsodic year of 1915, when I was continually overwhelmed by the power and beauty of the heavens)—a long narrow mass of heavy cumulus clouds extending from the west to the east, dividing the sky almost into two equal parts.
The church bells ring mournfully then dies away and two redbirds commence to sing, feeding the air with sound –
The way to get the most out of life is to confine ourselves to a few simple things, so that we can absorb them thoroughly –
A cold windy day – soft flaky windy day clouds move across the rich blue sky all day.