My First Summer 



summer showers and after frosty nights when 

 the morning sunbeams are pouring through 

 the crystals on the grass and pine needles, and 

 how ineffably spiritually fine is the morning- 

 glow on the mountain-tops and the alpenglow 

 of evening. Well may the Sierra be named, not 

 the Snowy Range, but the Range of Light. 



August 27. Clouds only .05, mostly 

 white and pink cumuli over the Hoffman 

 spur towards evening, frosty morning. 

 Crystals grow in marvelous beauty and perfec- 

 tion of form these still nights, every one built 

 as carefully as the grandest holiest temple, as 

 if planned to endure forever. 



Contemplating the lace-like fabric of 

 streams outspread over the mountains, we are 

 reminded that everything is flowing going 

 somewhere, animals and so-called lifeless 

 rocks as well as water. Thus the snow flows 

 fast or slow in grand beauty-making glaciers 

 and avalanches; the air in majestic floods 

 carrying minerals, plant leaves, seeds, spores, 

 with streams of music and fragrance ; water 



