Monday, August 2, 1880 Bowyer went by the Powell this morning. I took him down. After breakfast I sawed down the celebrated Foster peach tree we used to make so much fun of and a dead pear tree besides cutting out a number of caterpillars nests. It was very warm and I got very heated. This has I think been the hottest day of the season with a strong wind a day of all others I most dislike. I have a theory from the observation of several years that August is a cool month. I mean to note the weather this month. A letter from Sara written last Monday. She intends to start for home the 30th. Just four weeks from today. I painted on my picture this forenoon but it was too hot to attempt to work this afternoon. I have felt very lonely and depressed and shall be very glad when Sara comes home.