Friday, June 1, 1883 Downing and I went down town this morning to see if my plants had come. They had been sent up and reached there shortly after we got back. We went over to the cemetery and set[?] out those I got for that purpose and I have spent the rest of the day planting and covering flower seeds here at the house. My father, Sara, Downing and Julia drove up to High Falls immediately after dinner. It has been a beautiful day and now that my work is done I have a lovely and sad feeling; have thought so much of my dear Gertrude today. She used to take such delight in her flower garden and in planning it in the spring that she has been in my mind all day. An awful sense of desolation comes over me as I think of her and her absence is a constant pang. She was the soul of this place and it is very sad here without her when all are away as today and no one but my poor mother and Mrs. Davis here.