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Apr. 1867 Dear John Muir. I am mad and mourning to day. and this is my trouble - Sunday the blessed Easter Sunday I was
happy in the resurrection of the earth, in tune with all the new life, and as a gentle April rain was falling at evening I
put out my house plants to be washed and beautified in it. It was raining of course it would not freeze Monday morning - six
inches of snow. my great geraniums my flowing Saalvias and tea roses, all ruined, even the ivy blackened for the present,
spoiled. I was so excited trying to save restore them that I did not at first feel the desolation of a flowerless home as
I do now,