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Port Hope, Wis., June 24 '83. Dear brother John and Sister Louie: I am heartily ashamed to think of the time that has
elapsed since last I wrote to you. It is not that I forget, for I think of you every day, but life seems to be so full of
hurry, in one direction or another, that I seem to be kept rushing along whether I will or not, and as far as I can see ahead,
there seems to be no stopping-place. We are just in the midst of strawberry season, and although I pick very few, still the
girls do a good many, and so we are all kept very busy. we have only a small patch, but we picked about five hundred quarts
last week, and I suppose there will be as many or more this week. If we had known there would be so many berries we would
have had help engaged ahead, but now we have to do the best we can. The spring has been very cold and backward, and oh, the
rains we have had. The weather does not seem to get settled at all, for sometimes we can hardly count on a day or even half
a day. In that way the work out of doors has been much hindered, and then everything comes on at once. David is feeling much
better now, but he has been very miserable for a long time this spring. But he is able to go on with his work now. The girls
too are feeling better, but Anna has been having some weary times with her head. Indeed she has lost about half of her hair,
I suppose on account of the fever in winter. She is at home this sunnier. If she feels well she intends teaching again in
winter. Celia too is at home just now. She is just as full of enthusiasm as ever about her music, and is taking vocal and
instrumental lessons in town. Gracie is attending school at home. I had a beautiful walk in our woods a short time ago, away
down at the little pond where there are so many ferns. They are just as plentiful and beautiful as ever. The wood is cleared
off on the further side, which spoils the effect, but still I wished that you, Louie, could have been with me, for I know
you would have enjoyed a little wandering about in woods that John was telling you about last winter, and then the ferns and
flowers are all so different from anything we saw about your ranch. Whenever the children bring me in a bunch of the lovely
wild flowers I wish you could see them, and enjoy their perfect beauty. John has seen them, and told you about them, but you
should see them. Do you still think you will be able to visit wis. this year. I wish you could see the country now. I think
it about the most beautiful time of the year. Everything is so fresh and green. A few minutes ago Anna was calling me to come
out and see the beauty of the hills all about us, near the sunset. Mother was out here making us a visit. She went home last
week. She enjoys the change very much.It always gives her so much pleasure to walk about and see how things are growing, but
I can never get her to stay as long as I wish. There are so many thinks she thinks she must be at home to see about. She is
feeling well, but you, John, would know a very great difference in her. Rest of letter lost Sarah Muir Galloway