Tuesday, June 11:
R. works on his letter, which he completes and which I find quite masterly. After some domestic crises I go into the garden with the children. Read some of our nephew’s Prudentius.
Took a long walk with R. in the splendid park; roses, acacias, jasmine, everything blooming and smelling sweet, behind it the pine wood. How easy it then becomes to forget what a wicked world we live in!
I am writing these lines on our balcony while R. copies out his essay; blackbirds, orioles, thrushes twitter and sing, the children are well, I have hopes that R. will return to his work. Thus I am happier perhaps than any other creature in the world and thank God in humility, penitence, and joy.
In the evening finished Christus.