Tuesday, July 14, 1885 My 57th birth day, alarmingly near the sixties. Still I am well and active and happier than I have been for a long time so that I can face the flying years with something like serenity. It rained all forenoon but cleared in the afternoon. Tom under my direction set out two hundred celery plants. I went over to my studio but it was too dark to paint this forenoon and I spent a couple of hours braiding on the bark. Mr. Cantine came up to see me about Robbie. He is to go up to Saugerties with him tomorrow at 2.30. A letter from Alice today tells us she will be here tomorrow at 6.10 via Albany and West Shore road. I sent Lucy her satchel yesterday by Express. The sky at twilight this evening was very beautiful and there was a clear cut crescent moon. It was so low and rich yet full of light. How like a dead wall would my sky have seemed in comparison, in the "Desolated Shrines" which is meant to give about this same effect.