855 Commonwealth Avenue, Boston, Kiss. 
October 12th, 1984. 
My dear Lnnkester: You must forgive me, if for a time I seem to 
have dropt from the face of the earth. I have had trouble with 
the farm at Horth last on. That hag meant a great amount of time 
spent in supervision. Then, a few weeks ago, ay eo—trustee shot 
himself. That meant that I had to entretain fears of misman¬ 
agement. in the Estate Office. It took time to get matters righted. 
Then the University opened and there were students to meet and 
instruct. I’oxt week I am to move to Boston for the winter ,and 
then with the vacation spirit thoroughly downed, I intend to 
give nvorj effort to scientific work, to Gosia Kiu&n orchids and 
to my correspondents, 
I am afraid that Powell thinks I am a bad 
follow. wrote to Mta lust night to clear away any misgivings he 
my have had regarding ay .ark for his. 1 wish I could get to 
Panaxja. and cheer him up with real contact. And then, on the way 
home, stop over to see how you do things in Casta Rica. 
I have not you found an opportunity to ex- 
amirs the l&fe bundle of specimens that came from you, but 1 am 
looking forward to tkv'. pleasure, Just as soon as J get the names 
established you shall have a list of them. 
The autumn*here has been too brilliant for 
anythingj to two a vulgar phrase, I have never seen the leaves 
so highly colored or ao persistant. I have been motoring to Bos¬ 
ton from Horth Easton almost every" day for a month and it is 
like driving through a landscape painted by color-drunk artists. 
The autumn Is a sad time, however and it needs something cheer¬ 
ful about it to make one unconscious of its dire significance. 
Please keep in touch with your neighbors, the 
orchids, and when you find a little- time hanging heavy on your 
hands, use it in ay be’galf. 
Yours faithfully, 
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