Sunday, July 21, 1872- Yesterday was a perfect day and for the first time in a long while I went off for a walk over the hills to the Roa-tina. The air was cool and delicious the landscape full and rich in color and I enjoyed my ramble greatly. The summer seems just verging on the point which leads to Autumn. The grass and the grain are nearly all harvested. The thistles are ripening and the yellow birds scatter their downy tufts in search of the seeds. When I returned Gertrude handed me a nice long letter from Bayard Taylor from Gotha, Germany. I sat down at once and answered it. I presume Gifford and Whittredge arrived at their destination yesterday. I almost regret I did not go with them, and hope Gifford will write me soon that they are settled at work so that I may join them. Jake Sharpe and Vaux came up last night. Girard also came up but remained down in the village.