Mr. Lanham's Diary: Oct. 29, 1926

He smells burning leaves

It was another clear, fine and warm fall day in Rome, with a cool crispness in the morning air. “The scent of burning leaves in the air, meaning the destruction and loss of much fine humus for the soil,” Mr. Lanham, the constant gardener, wrote in his dairy.

Although it was a Friday, Anne had company most of the day at home. Perhaps they came over to li…