Later, back to the cemetery. The rain had ceased, the air rapidly growing colder, the wind increasing- the sky was overcast with heavy cold clouds in layers. As I was dressed in the thinnest of clothes, I soon saw I would be unable to work unless I could somehow protect myself- I solved the tremble partly by stuffing a blanket around my waist and one around my shoulder. Had great difficulty working, my hands growing numb, my feet cold, and the wind constantly shaking at my easel. Once in the east thru an opening in the heavy blanket of clouds, was a greenish patch of sky, with a fragment of a rainbow showing- in the west, the sun, just on the very horizons edge, gleamed a cold sparkle of gold in an orange slit.
                                                                                  May 14-
     P.M. Bertha and I to Gowanda for ___ greens. Arthur who had fallen and skinned his knee on the way home from school was permitted to go along, much to his delight. The air was cold, the only sky a deep blue, with great ragged clouds scattered over it, it was a delight to us, to stroll up and down the grassy hills. We picked poke, while Arthur gathered all kinds of flowers. He seems to have a true naturalist’s instinct which pleases us.
                                                                           May 23- Saturday
     There is no royal road on which a man can travel in search of God. Those rare moments when I feel surrounded by his presence, when I feel full of thankfulness for life are apt to be defending, in I pray at such times “Now I have found Him, and it will always be thus, nothing can destroy this bliss.” –But days of indifference and doubt follow, and the capacity to feel again that oneness with the Creator has to be built up