Thursday, Nov 2, 1882 Went down town to do the marketing and afterwards out back of OReillys to make a drawing of trees. This afternoon I walked out where I was yesterday. It is the 28th anniversary of our wedding day and I thought I would like to spend it walking over the hills and through the woods. I found a butter cup, some wild geranium blossoms and some asters, which I gathered and put into my sketch book. I went to a place where I have never been before the top of the rocks above the brick yard beyond Steep Rocks and I walked through the woods where dear Gertrude and I gathered the last ferns we ever collected. The wind blew from the north and many leaves have fallen. I was surprised to see how much less brilliant color there is than there was yesterday. The glory is departing. I presume I am in a certain way getting used to life without my dear Gertrude, yet I miss her constantly and am never without a sense of her absence, and I love her and every thing connected with her with a love that grows as time goes on.