Wednesday, Oct 24, 1888 It rained this morning and was still raining when I went down town, but it cleared in the forenoon and the wind blew from the N. W. for a time with great violence. Tom is at the apples while I have been fixing the catches on some of the windows, carrying in some of our supply of apples into the cellar and doing many things. There is never a lack of something to do in a big house like this. I wish I could afford to own it and had a sufficient income to keep it up. I would take pleasure in making it pleasant and comfortable and I would like to employ the remainder of my life in this way. I look forward to the practice of my art with no enthusiasm, rather with dread that I have no other means of livelihood. Dwightie was here with Sara the most of the day and Mrs. Davis came up this afternoon. The skies have been fine today and the effects superb. The color is beginning to loose its greatest brilliancy. "Gertrudes Tree" is just beginning to brown a tint from its rich yellow. It all goes by and does not move me as it once did. I have too many cares and anxieties to be affected by the autumn as I once was.