[Boston—Wednesday, 1 May 1867]
May 1st Wind south but raining fast; how the poor little victims with [sic] have their first ardors of sentiment quenched by these waters of spring when they sally out in paper wreaths today.
We are getting fairly started on garden work and shall hope to soon fill the place with blossoms. As for books I have not seen them lately. I but live with the knowledge that I am surrounded by great souls whose sun may burst upon me whenever I turn towards them.