My great oak abounds in bloom, which is of a yellowish cast: the young shoots usually look red. The house-martins at Mareland, in the few hot days, began to build, but when the winds became cold again immediately desisted.
Fyfield sprung a brace of pheasants in Sparrow’s hanger. Hail-like clouds about.
My weeding-woman swept up on the grass-plot a bushel-basket of blossoms from the white apple-tree: & yet that tree seems still covered with bloom.
The season is so cold, that no species of Hirundines make any advances towards building, & breeding. Brother Benjamin & Mrs. White, & Mary White, & Miss Mary Barker came.
The white pippin is covered with bloom. Farmer Spencer’s apple-trees blow well. Nep. Ben White, & wife left us.
Cut down the greens of the crocus’s; they make good tyings for hops; better than rushes, more pliant, & tough.
Planted 30 cauliflowers brought from Mareland; & a row of red cabbages. The ground is so glutted with rain that men can neither plow, nor sow, nor dig.
The white apple-tree shows again, as usual, much bloom.
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