Saturday, November 28th, 1863.
—Lovely. Newmany has brought me a bunch of big fragrant violets ; the pear blossoms (misguided creatures) are coming out ; and the other day we shot wild geranium and a harebell in the hedge, not to speak of light green fern. The very words breathe of spring.
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