Sunday, Mar 9, 1884 The elm trees are badly broken and the scene this morning is desolate and most wintry. After dinner Mary, Sara Girard and I drove up to Rosendale by Greenkill. It snowed a little or rather a fine hail. Every where trees bent down with ice and many broken. The sleighing good but wet in places. Got back at 6, raining a little which changed to snow at night.