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long aisles, and when the spring came the year that they flooded the meadow, & she saw her beloved trees come out in [[strikethrough]] in [[/strikethrough]] green glory, & then turn with all the glorious colors of autumn before they had half their leaves, it almost broke her heart, although she said it was a lovely sight if one could only have not known that they were dying. Now men are levelling down the hills & filling in the little ponds & flattening the whole place with house lots.
"Money and houselots"--that is all anyone sees nowadays. 

People set fire to her barns & cut off the limbs to her favorite willow trees & she can only sit defenseless in the midst of her ravaged land -

fearful wind and dust storm
Adelaide Will & Paul & Jess & Louis came out.

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Monday. [[underline]] 22nd May. [[/underline]]
Sketched 5 oclock in the morning. Such a morning. Such an atmosphere all pink with a gray bloom over everything. The pollen has fallen into the water, adding to the gray mistiness of the effect. It showed pale gray in the dark reflections of the water, and deep pink on the light -  sky reflected part. Sky like the Paris days, fading from blue into a pink haze on the horizon. gray and pink filled the eye wherever one looked.

Felt estatic & fully enjoyed painting. Felt that I should wake up some day & find that I could paint.

All P.M. in town shopping with Jessie who has devoted herself to me with unabated zeal & has an astonishing amount of taste in trimming & dressing from hats down.  And no end of unselfishness [[greatasly?]]

All the family do for me, the selfish one of them all!