June 12, 1793
Bright, sun, golden even. Cut eight cucumbers. Mrs. Clement & children left us. Many swifts.
Bright, sun, golden even. Cut eight cucumbers. Mrs. Clement & children left us. Many swifts.
A man brought me a large plate of straw-berries, which were crude, & not near ripe. The ground all as hard as iron: we can sow nothing nor plant out.
My table abounds with lettuces, that have stood the winter; radishes; spinage; cucumbers; with a moderate crop of asparagus.
Hops grow prodigiously, yet are infested with some aphides. Early cabbages turn hard, but boil well. Watered kidney-beans, which come-up well.
Wheat begins to come into ear: wheat, which was very yellow from the cold winds, by means of the heat has recovered it’s colour without the assistance of rain. Dew, cloudless, sultry. Red even, dead calm. The lettuces, which stood under the fruit-wall thro’ the winter, are just over. They have been of great service at the table now for many weeks.
Cauliflowers abound. Pease sold for ten pence the peck.
Bottled-out the port-wine which came here in October, but did not get fine.
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