A lovely day. At Quincy all day. Home late. Evening fatigue.

I went to Quincy as soon as possible after breakfast, and worked there all day with Kirk in setting trees and bushes. I find in this manner that I execute a great deal, when if the work is left to others I find it only half done. I took about half an hour for a little dinner at home which I brought out with me, and devoted the rest of the time to labour. I succeeded in setting the remaining bundle from Winship’s and in transferring great numbers of plants from the other house to cover a naked fence on the South side. Thus it was sunset when I was about halfway home. And I found myself pretty well tired out by evening.