Sunday, June 26, 1887 Cool and bright, although we have had one shower today. I put on my winter clothes and find it too cool in the house and have had to go out on the back porch and sit in the sunshine. I perhaps feel a little better today but the weakness and the swimming feeling do not abate. We picked our first cucumber today. I have written to Alice, to Janette, to Miss Nesmith and to Mary. My father seemed very feeble this afternoon. I felt much alarmed.