A still, cloudy day with from time to time a gentle August rain. Rain and mist contract our horizon and we notice near and small objects. The weeds—fleabane, etc.—begin to stand high in the potato-fields, overtopping the potatoes. This hardhack interests me with its bedewed pyramid . . .

  After sunset, a very low, thick, and flat white fog like a napkin, on the meadows, which ushers in a foggy night . . .