P.M.—To hibiscus and liatris and Beck Stow’s.

  The hibiscus which has escaped the mowers shows a little color. I am rather surprised that it escapes the mowers at all. The river is still much swollen by the rains and cooled, and the current is swifter; though it is quite hot this afternoon, with a close, melting heat. I see, an empty hay-team slowly crossing the river . . .