Saturday, January 10:
Wrote in the conservatory, in brilliant sunshine, an indescribably comforting spot - no book in the world could, I think, have such a good effect as these green leaves stretching out soothingly and caressingly toward me.
Today R. cut Loldi’s toenails! And says: “I so much enjoy doing such things for a child.” Yesterday he took Fidi for a walk, then to Angermann’s for beer and pretzels. One day the children will doubtless remember his heavenly kindness and love, which they will not encounter again in life.
When I tell him about my delight in the conservatory, he says: “Yes, that is our joy in Nature - we Nordic people live as if in a prison; one has the whole of Nature on a free person.” The house is very cold. The three elder children do a lot of skating. In the evening Luther - the death of his little daughter, at which the heart rejoices, but the flesh grieves.