Sunday, Apr 29, 1883 Cold as winter. I took a walk out beyond the Roatina to see if I could find some flowers. The wind blew from the North and my fingers were cold although I wore gloves. I went to the place where dear Gertrude and I got the ferns and I thought of her all the time I was in this place and longed for her with an intensity of feeling that no one has ever yet been able to express. These sweet yet sad memories of her are the very best part of my life now for they visit me every where and fill many lonely hours with her sweet companionship. I found Sanguinaria, the delicate blossoms curled up into a little spike and wrapped round with the leaf like a cloak to ward off the bitter wind. I also gathered a quantity of Hepaticas many of which had been bladed by the cold. When I got home I put them in tepid water and they all came out beautifully. Julia Vaux painted a little picture of the Sanguinaria.