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Monticello Apr 3d /54.
Ah! Cousin Bob,
You are a naughty boy, for talking about our beautiful Spring in that manner; I want to give you a good scolding. Call it muddy Spring? Why you must be thinking of winter surely: Why Spring is our very pleasantest time of the year. You must not judge until you come and spend some time with us, and I am sure you would call it lovely Spring. If you could only see our garden now with the sweet Mocking birds flying hither and thither and building their little nests and twitering and cooing and singing their beautiful songs to one another. Oh! it is delightful; and then the pattering rains that we have in April, making the flowers brighter, fresher by its appearance and the air is so soft and balmy after
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an April shower; and the merry sunshine glides forth again casting over every thing a gentle and peaceful happiness. Oh! this is Spring. So, by this time Cousin [illegible], you are at home again; with all your friends and dear noble cousin Charly. I am so glad to hear he is well again. I can almost fancy I see Alice and [illegible] bright eyes twinkling with quiet happiness and I know how happy are dear Uncle John and kind Aunt Mary; God bless them. Ma does remember Tom Nichols very well. She says the last time she saw him he was a smart young fellow; a taylor, she believes. What business is he folowing now? has he a family or not? Ma would like to hear all the perticulars about him. I would have written to you before cousin mine, but I wanted a perticuarly beautiful day, so I waited until I was taken sick. I was sick for about two weeks and now here I am scribbling this letter to you if letter it may be called.
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I have forgotten at what time Ma planted her seeds, but her peas are now fit for table use, and we have had raddishes all Winter nearly and our Irish potatoes are all in bloom. Ma planted her flower seeds and those that you sent her on the first of March. George goes to school and Edward helps Pa in the store. He is quite a help to Pa. Now and then he goes hunting and kills fine ducks in the river and other game.
It is very hard to get Edward to write to anyone, he has not learned to love it yet.
Give my love to Uncle John and Aunt Mary and Amasa. By the way what does Amasa do? he does not love hunting like you do, does he? I think he loves to work better.
Well I must bid you, good bye.
Yours, Helen L. Teunisson.