The Diary of Jean Evarts, 1912

Excerpt from The Diary of Jean Evarts, 1912

California – and May! The warm earth quivers with expectancy, and the air is full of the promise of new life. The soft winds that blow from the inland are driving the rain clouds back to the ocean, and whispering to the barren hill-sides and brown valleys a message of roses, of flaming poppy fields and summer's bounty. I hear the meadow lark's sweet call, a pean of sheer gladness for life. I hear the twitter of swallows, and catch the gleam of the tanager as it flashes past me, too occupied with its renewed responsibilities to be mindful of my presence. Far down in the valley below me, the cattle, just turned into the new grass, are rejoicing in the abundance that is spread before them. I love to watch the cloud-shadows glide along this, great valley and melt into the hills far beyond. I love to sit here at sunset and see the wonderful changes of color that tint the landscape when the glowing sun tips those distant hills. I love to linger here when it has sunk behind the mountains, with night falling around me, and watch the Stars come out and the lights appear in the farm houses far below. Beyond those sentinel hills lies the bay, with its Golden Gate opening out into the great ocean. I caught a glimpse of this when they brought me here, and my heart was filled with longing to sail out through that sunlit portal and into the vast unknown - on and on, until I should come to that other gateway through which I shall soon pass.

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