Home, Mon. A.M.
This is Mon. A.M. and as I've nothing (?) to do, will write a few words. It's rainy looking and don't know whether to wash, sew or do some house-cleaning, so have decided to do none of them and write. Clark, Ruth, Warren and Lloyd are all in bed, but papa and I were up with the birds.
Clark, Lloyd and Warren went down to big-timber yester P.M. and brought back with them the largest Johnny-jump-ups I ever saw and so many of them. The ground was too wet for Ruth and me to go along but I took quite a walk down that lane, went past where Haviland's house used to be and along Martin's ditch bank. The water was running so pretty in it. (the ditch of course) When I came back Clark & I looked at rose plants and everything else. There are just 6 of those Tea-roses living. Our yard looks so nice to the N. and W. but O! the E. & S.
The Hyacinth's have bloomed and gone. Nothing is [blooming] at present but goose-berry & currant bushes & they are not loaded.
Clark went to see Geraldine last night. I reminded him of his promise to you this summer. We talked fixing over the house again another way but now we will wait 'till you come home, as I suppose that will be three weeks. Every thing looks so pretty and green I wish you were here now. The steers are gone. "Lump jaw" made its appearance on one and papa got rid of them just as quick as he could. Don't expect to make any thing on them. Be glad if we break even. You see corn is very high (almost $2.) and steers or cattle rather are down also hogs, so it does not pay to keep much stock around that you are not sure are a paying proposition. We have 27 little pigs. No lambs as yet, and no chix yet.
What do you think: We did not know Mrs. James Glendening was seriously sick nor that she was dead until as we were reading it in the Geneva Herald at noon & just as the hearse went by.--just one hour before the funeral services. So papa hustled up, got ready and went. L. K. & Richard were homea s I suppose you know. Papa saw all of them at the church. It has settled down to real rain and all are sorry. Papa has so much to do. Our oats is the finest in the whole country and wheat looks as good as any, but that is nothing extra. Well, will tell all the rest when you come home. I do not know what to tell you about shoes & a parasol. I am quite sure tho' that all are much cheaper here than there, unless you have to have them now.