Sunday, May 21, 1882 Sara and I walked over to the cemetery after breakfast. The grass is growing nicely on our lot which we had graded last fall but I fear the sweet brier I set out on dear Gertrudes grave is not going to grow. We walked around by Jansen Andersons new made grave and then came home. It has been a pleasant day with a tinge of melancholy in the air. The apple blossoms are slowly coming out and the leaves are slowly unfolding but it looks more like the first of May than the last. Sam CoyKendall came up this afternoon ostensibly to talk about buying the Stephan place for the "Home" but before he left he spoke to me about buying my place and about 175 feet this side of it to build upon. I told him we would sell and we walked over and looked at it and I think he wants it. He said he would talk to his wife but they have referred to it before and I am in hopes we will make a bargain with him.