3 It is a bright autumn day the North wind is blowing swirling the brown yellow leaves in heaps sheets windrows soon the
trees will be bare ready for winter these three days are the first real rest days Ive had since I last saw you my dear. Mrs
Gilder was asking all about you I showed her your pictures she said they were lovely like me I wish I could start straight
home from these charming Berkshire hills I'll soon be back anyhow. Give my love to all Maggie. Here are some Wintergreens
from the hill back of the house. Yours my darlings J.M.