Glendale 
Ther [Thermometer] Wednesday, July 7, 1915 Wea [Weather] 
Mixed.
Forenoon sunny, afternoon cloudy,
calm & sultry with a downpour of
rain about sunset.
  Spent most of day in my room
answering letters with which I have
been simply deluged from various quarters
of late. Dan [Daniel Chester French] ceased working at 4 P.M.
after which we visited the hillside
studio to look at his little preliminary
design in clay for the Lincoln memorial
statue at Washington. Next we
strolled down the road to Mrs. Warner's
finding her, where we left her a year ago,
among her flowers. They are no less
beautiful and interesting than or yore
despite the pathetic poverty & unkemptness
of their surroundings. 
  Returning to our own flower garden
we found in it two [male] Hummers [Hummingbird] acting
very strangely. Showing no unfriendliness
to one another they kept darting to & from
from the larkspurs to perches in a
woodbine on a wall where they often
alighted very near together to preen their 
feathers in apparent amity. Sometimes one
would brush past the other within a few inches.

Glendale 
Ther [Thermometer] Thursday, July 8, 1915 Wea [Weather] 
Stormy
Dark cloudy with violent N.E. [northeast] wind,
occasional distant claps of thunder
and incessant heavy rain culminating,
late in P.M. in a perfect deluge which
turned our flower garden into a wind-
ruffled lake & washed out deep gulleys in 
the driveway. At sunset, when the storm
had ceased & the sky was clearing in the
west, Dan [Daniel Chester French] & I walked down the road
to the brook that comes from Hager's Pond.
It was a roaring torrent, wondrous to behold,
which a strong man could not have waded
without serious risk of drowning. Further
down, below the mill pond, it was still
more impressively forceful & picturesque. At
least 4 inches of rain must have fallen
during this unusual storm. The birds were
almost completely silenced by it but the
Red eyes [Red-eyed Vireo] sang a little. At its height a Robin
was feeding young in nest & a Hummer [Hummingbird]
visiting the larkspur blossoms. At sunset
few birds sang at all.
  Spent most of day in house & studio,
writing letters, playing Victrola etc.