“Stubby” the little manx-cat, has compensation for his meagre tail, in excessively long hand-legs. He has white feet and white nose.
                                                                      May 23, 1938 (Mon.)
     A lusciously warm day; - A.M. to harbor, for water study – rain commences soon after I arrive. To market, and buy a few gladiolas bills (sic), thence home.
     Heavy downpour of rain most all afternoon like a tropical rain – subsides late in the afternoon, and I go to the woods on Maple St, south of Jamison Rd Station, to get polk (sic). All things seemed to dissolve in the warm steamy air; when the sun came forth, it was like opening an oven door. Saw two Tiger Swallow-Tails sporting in the air. They seemed newly “hatched” out. How wonderful it is that they know how to use their wings so perfectly – they sailed into the stiff wind, by rigidly setting their wings, as well as a hawk.
     Poke was prime - and broke off so easily. I also dug a few columbine, and one Jack – a deep black one.
     We had the poke for supper, and never did it taste so fine – with it too, fried carrot, boiled new potatoes, and fresh rhubarb pie.
     Late in the evening a startling sunset effect. Low in the west at the horizon, the sky a flaming, terrifying orange, that glittered with an incredible brilliance, against it, black trees bending frantically before a savage wind – above the orange rich plum-colored clouds in layer-formation; to the southwest,