June 1876. Brantwood.
12. Monday. Y[esterday] an entirely divine day with blue like opal, and white, fixed precious clouds, like background of deeply glowing Italian picture – Langdale Pikes relieved against two sickles of white cloud dovetailing into an S with larger mass above to finish. Diddie [his houseguest Sara Anderson] enjoying her walk, and helping me to chase a lamb (whose distress she first saw) over the tarn bridge back to its mother.
Clouded over as we returned faster than I ever saw. Now, a sweet soft white morning rain—diffused.
13. Tuesday. No getting things done in this house. Lost all yesterday calling on Marshalls in morning. Fine afternoon, throwing down stones in the wood with Diddie and Maggie. Exquisitest purple I ever saw on hills, in afternoon, and arch of rosy clouds all over old man [a nearby mountain] and opalescent green-blue and rose over blue Helvellyn, divine, but my evening spoiled by finding the poor chaffinch's nest in ruins, and nestlings dying. A hawk, I fancy, pouncing on the mother; – not able to return for the brood. Lolly [his secretary, Laurence Hilliard] came.
14. Wednesday. Exquisite fine woven sunset – and lovely morning. Change suddenly to evil temper at 1/2 past 6.
The Melly's y[esterday] to tea. Lolly came.
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