June 21, 1925(Sat.)
     For a ride on my bicycle to Ebenezer + Springbrook + home byCenter Road.  A fine June day – the smell of the clover from off the warm fields; elder blossoms ready to bloom; new apples already formed presenting warm sunburned cheeks on their upper sides.  I thought of Mary Alice + Martha, what a hold they have on me – how I hate to leave them.  Mary Alice’s imperious Daddy, Come! Being a command that must be obeyed.
     Schwanencamp out on bus with me + and stops a few minutes.  Shows me trial prints of his new etching “Keep Alley” and gives me one.  It is his best so far.
     June 25, 1925(Thurs.)
     I cut the weeds in the front yard tonight.  Regret came with the first blow of the sickle.  With one swoop I had cut down three sturdy plants – ragweed, thistle + yellow dock.  Back of  it all was the  custom of people to have neat flat lawns – our front yard was a “disgrace” and accordingly I was out with my sickle.  While still hacking away mechanically, I wondered why Man has arbitrarily divided the numbers of the vegetable kingdom into two classes – flowers (including “ornamental” plants) and “weeds.”  Why, if some