May 1, 1782

Posted by sydney on May 1st, 1782

One beech in the Lith, which is always forward, in full leaf.  The beeches in the hanger are naked, but the buds are opening.  Nightingale sings in my fields; but no cuckow is heard.  Sowed the dug plot in the great mead with carrots.

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