Wednesday, July 27, 1887 Rachel (Mrs. Belden) went to N. Y. this morning, stopping at Garrisons on her way home. She seemed not at all settled as to her plans and her lack of decision makes her a difficult person to get on with. Much as we all sympathise with her I confess it was a relief to have her go, especially as we wish to me alone now. The wind was North and it has been a fine rich day growing warm in the afternoon. Sara, Mary and I went over to the cemetery this morning to try to decide upon a stone for our fathers & mothers graves. [?] had sodded my fathers grave and the Phlox was in bloom above dear Gertrude. All my attempts to raise flowers there are failures except these and these are not a great success. The soil is very poor. I have written to Lucy that I will go out with Jamie if I possibly can. I also wrote to Devoe for a few painting materials. The haying still drags, on account of the wet weather. Tom is very nearly done however.