Our fields & gardens are wonderfully dryed-up: yet after all this long drought Well-head sends forth a strong stream. The stream at the lower end of the village has long been dry. Mr Barker came from Rutland thro’ Oxford on horse-back.
Wheat seems very good. Hops are quite gone. They have some weak side-shoots without any rudiments of bloom.
My white pippins come-in for kitchen uses. The aphides, of various species, that make many trees & plants appear loathsome, have served their generation, & are gone, no more to be seen this year; perhaps are all dead. Thistle-down flies.
Burning sun. Workmen complain of the heat.
Much smut in some fields of wheat. Goody Hampton left the garden to go gleaning. Barley cut about the forest-side. We shot in all about 30 blackbirds. Vast shooting star from E. to N. My nephew Sam Barker came from Rutland thro’ London by the coaches.
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