Bowyer and I went over to the cemetery and planted the ferns, Laurels and wood plants I brought from the mountains. Some of the flowers placed on Gertrudes grave the day of her funeral were still fresh and blooming. There was a hard frost last night and the morning was cold but bright. I busied myself during the day working about the house fixing the discharge pipes of the cisterns etc. I had a most satisfactory letter from Mrs. Sawyer in which she expressed her sense of Gertrudes active happiness in me during our married life and that she had never for a moment had to regret giving her to me. These are indeed great satisfactions.