July 29, 1768
Posted by sydney on Jul 29th, 1768
Vast storms about. Crickets are silent.
Vast storms about. Crickets are silent.
Threat’ning clouds at a distance, but most delicate ripening weather.
Martins begin to congregate on the maypole. Ricked my little mead, & finish’d my Hay-making.
Vast aurora borealis. The white owl has young. It brings a mouse to its nest about every five minutes beginning at sunset. Hay in tollerable order. Cut my little mead.
Young swallows are able to take flies for themselves.
The country is drenched with wet, and quantities of hay were spoiled.