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at 10:30 to pick up 4 parcels for P.O Then I packed my bag & went to below Burnt Head for a grand view of the Headland, and quite a few ink sketches. There I was drawn into a long chat with 2 guys - a taxi driver from N.Y., & the photographer-law student from Columbia whom I'd talk to last night on dock when he was photographing moonlight with his wife.

I managed to get some good work done in spite of the social hour. Stayed there to 2 pm. Then to P.O, then home for lunch. At 3 I went to rocks for a snooze. No work, but tried to read Graham. Later I planted a rambler rose & some mint for Betty Ebert (& some pearly everlasting seeds in G's rock garden, along the lowest rock. A good supper of chicken with rosemary & Arlines' green tomatoes.

Last night at 10 I wanted to walk again in moonlight & first headed toward Lobster Cove but halfway remembered I'd earlier seen a huge dog there - so went to dock instead - but instead of the solitude & northern night spaces I'd wanted to find again I ran into a bevy of people - 2 yachtsman in search of gasoline, the photographer & his wife, & then Karen & Pru & Lorimer - liquor, etc- who came to deliver gasoline to the yacht. Proving, perhaps, that people get in the way of the real thing. How disappointingly different from the other night on the dock. 

Thurs 25th  Nearing the end of what turned out to be my best September - & to think I dreaded its inception - seeing it only as a time of browning grass, house closing chores, and enforced walks. 
Now I can say this Sept I have deeply enjoyed the luxury of being alone on this island - and fell into its northerness deeply.

(Spent all day today in the house [[strikethrough]] clos [[/strikethrough]] cleaning up. Very cloudy day, no sun, & chilly -)