Sunday, Mar 30, 1884 Wind blowing a gale from N. W. and as cold as midwinter. The robins are about and last night I heard the newts piping in the swamp along the rail road. Staid at home all day except to go over to Girards. Put some glass in the hot bed frame which I found Tom had not attended to. My father is too old now to [direct?] much but he seems very well and very cheerful.