March 31, 1792
Mrs Chandler was brought to bed of a daughter.
Mrs Chandler was brought to bed of a daughter.
The ground in a sad wet condition, so that men cannot plow, nor sow their spring-corn. A wet March is very unkind for this district.
Crocus’s go off. The Kingsley miller assures me that he saw a Swallow skimming over the meadow near the mill. Hirundines are often seen early near mill-ponds, & other waters.
Mrs Clement came with her three daughters.
Timothy the Tortoise comes out. Crown imperials bud for bloom, & stink much.
Dog’s toothed violets bud. Lord Stawell made me a visit on this day, & brought me a white wood-cock it’s head, neck, belly, sides, were milk-white, as were the under sides of the wings. On the back, & upper parts of the wings were a few spots of the natural colour. From the shortness of the bill I should suppose it to be a male bird. it was plump, & in good condition.
Daffodil blows… “it takes the winds of March/ Before the Swallow dares.”
Carted in 6 loads of hot dung for the cucumber bed; 1 of my own, & 5 from Kimbers.
Bror Benjamin, & wife, & Rebecca dined with us. White water-wagtail.