Saturday, Sept 6, 1884 It grew cool in the night and this morning the temperature was very comfortable. I hoed the new strawberry bed but it grew very warm towards noon. My father and I drove up to Wiltwyck Cemetery to attend the burial of Joseph Marten. We saw and spoke with Sarah Maria and Anna. Laura left by the three oclock train for the [?] and we are alone again. It has been an intensely hot day and this evening is very close although a gentle rain is falling. The moon is full and last evening was most lovely. I do not want to go off the hill and think this as comfortable a place as there is in the world. I am feeling serene and happy, waiting for the cool autumn days when I shall dream of pictures. I can do nothing in such hot weather and have learned not to try to paint.