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Spring 1871 In the mill again. The snow all melted there is a violet Three species grow in the valley, white, blue, yellow
You know the fringed blue gentian that grows at the sides of dry meadow I wish you would watch some this summer send me some
seeds also a few seeds of the white water lily a few of the little blue harebells that are so abundant about you, with a pressed
specimen with any little flower easily sent that I know, O how I long to see you all but Heaven only knows my future paths
I will tell David or Daniel to call at Indianapolis for my scraps of property left there I want you Maggie Mother to take
the pictures Evening is coming - the bottom of the valley is in shadow but the sun still lights the south dome the sentinel
a bluer sky