Monday, Nov 3, 1873- I painted on my small Hudson River picture all forenoon and about completed it. Gertrude and I took a walk in the afternoon out towards Jacobs Valley. In the cemetery we saw a beautiful rose in bloom. Yesterday Gertrude picked flowers in my flower bed. It has been a lovely day, windy but with grand cloud effects and now the moon is nearly full giving us gloriously beautiful nights. I wish I could paint this vague, mysterious light of the moon.