Good morning ---

It is one of those mornings I want to get right
into bed again after breakfast so here I am on my diningroom bed
all done up in Bretts rug --

It is grey and still and cheerless out

I worked till it began to be dark yesterday -- then went out
and walked -- It was cold -- very cold -- and I watched the moon
come up very big and round -- way to the north -- and I walked a long
time in the moonlight -- It seemed almost like an artificial light
thrown against the black landscape -- it was so bright and the
hills so black --

After supper I walked up through the pasture to
Franks house with him --- He got a notion he wanted to go home and
Margaret wouldn't go with him -- so I went -- it was wonderful up
there -- and little Frank so amusing -- telling me why he was afraid
to go alone --- There is something quite unearthly about those
bright moonlight nights and the born trees and whitish looking
ground -- In the morning when I look out at this heavy greyness
it seems I am in another world -- I prefer the night time

I worked on my last two paintings yesterday -- must get at
them again this morning --

The very last is particularly good to me

-- It really looks as if it might snow

I'll get at my day ----------