To Elsie Moll’s new ice-cream parlor in Orchard Park. We all had the “gooiest” + sweetest concoctions on the bill, and left thoroughly sated with “sweetness” -
It is in the lower ravine that the real beauty of this woods is best revealed.
In the evening mail word from Rehn that the Int. Business Machines Corp had bought my “Civic Improvement” for $1500.
This evening there was a wonderful sunset. The clouds themselves were interesting to watch - they were so odd and drifting and misty.
I leave the studio door open to let the sounds of a spring evening come in...The various noises of the village--a dog barks--
Cottonwoods are suddenly massed with long catkins; wave in wind – sunlit – A streaky sky at late afternoon – misty yellow afterglow – Blinding white moon with blue around it
I will never travel to "outer" space but I have in a measure brought the stars and constellations to me. To me, they are not remote or forbidding, but something to love.
I found the hepaticas in bloom here, in that miraculous stage, when the buds, fully developed, still hang their heads shyly. I dug the one plant of pink ones, to take home...
I saw the sun rise over a valley, before me a splashing waterfall – The town throws a light on the sky, which lights up the dusty road –
...the only time that I ever felt anything like the magnificent feeling Melville gives expression to was the evening of the day I rode from Cleveland to Salem on my wheel [bicycle] and sank down on a bank to rest at eventide...