June 1st 1887
The house in Hermosa is under way. Many doubts have assailed us as to the wisdom of building here, and I do not feel at all sure we are not making a mistake. I feel that it might be better in many ways to go to some place where we would find trees, shrubbery, flowers, and the advantages of a place of age. Here we have no church or school privileges, no market or store. Very few neighbors, and they, not near nor very social. and a bare piece of ground that will not have even a blade of grass upon it. Tis true in a few years we can have vines and flowers, but it will be four or five (years) before we can have fruit and, for people of our age, it seems a long time to wait when there is no real necessity. On the other side we have such fine soil, exceptionally pure water, and grand views; we feel as if we might not find another home that, in these aspects, would suit us as well. Walter and I rode to Riverside last month, It is a pretty place. Magnolia Avenue in Arlington is very beautiful. The large graceful pepper trees are perfect trees for an avenue but there is no view. It is flat country and all one can see from their homes is their own gardens and the orange groves which are perfection here. An orange tree, full of fruit, is a beautiful object. It makes a picture but the orange orchard has the California fault of too much sameness and regularity. All the trees of the same size, all in straight rows, and no grass beneath them.
Our life in our little cottage is pleasantly monotonous. Receiving and writing letters are the eventful incidents of life. The children play under the trees and have grand times. Edie and LeBaron have both had little sick times. The only Doctor we can get charges five dollars a visit. We have made some very pleasant acquaintances. A very interesting lady from Canada and her invalid daughter have been staying at the hotel. The young girl has consumption and her mother is the last person in the world to have charge of an invalid. Every inconvenience and annoyance is discussed before the sweet invalid and, of course, the effect is very bad. Mrs. Collins, the mother, is disgusted with California. She expected to find it a paradise and is bitterly disappointed. Nellie improved very much but Mrs. Collins and Mrs. Wilding did not agree, so finally the anxious mother left, taking Nellie to Etiwanda. There is no doubt what the end will be.