Tuesday, October 28, 1873- It rained very hard yesterday. I painted all day but to no purpose. I think I am to impetuous rushing at my work before I know precisely what I am going to do. Today I went to work more deliberately upon a litle picture from one of my studies out at Deans. I took a walk in the afternoon. It was a beautiful afternoon, too fine to stay in doors. Out back of the steep rocks on their very top I found the hare bell in full bloom, and in the fields I noticed the daisies. There are very few birds now. I saw a flock of black birds, a little bird that looked like a snow bird and one or two sparrows in the brambles along the stone walls. People are pushing their houses out in all directions and the quiet places are becoming few. An Irishmans house here, a quarry there, in all the nice places that I used to haunt almost alone a few years ago. I have often thought I would like to live where I could step out of my house into unfrequented fields and woods. I dont care so much where I walk so I do not meet people.