The Natural History of Selborne

The hanger is beatifully tinged.  Leaves fall apace.  Dug up carrots.  Many flesh-flies: here & there a wasp.  The cat frolicks, & plays with the falling leaves.

Erected an alcove in the middle of the bostal.  Charles Henry White, & his sister Bessey returned to Fyfield.

Lovely weather, red even.  True Michaelmas summer.

Gathered-in the apples, knobbed russets, & non-pareils.  Royal russets none.  All the baking pears were blown down.  No dearlings.

My wall-nut tree near the stable, which is usually barren, produces this year 5, or 600 nuts: the sort is very fine.  The vast tree at the bottom of the garden bears every year, but the nuts are bad.  Charles White, & Harry Woods came from Fyfield.

Black snails lie out, & copulate.  Vast swagging clouds.

Thunder: rather the guns at Portsmouth.  Splendid rain-bow.  After three weeks wet, this vivid rain-bow preceded (as I have often known before) a lovely fit of weather.  Mr & Mrs Richardson left us.

Green wheat in the N. field.  Stormy wind all night, which has blown down most of my apples & pears.

Fungi on the hanger are Clavaria, several sorts: Boleti, several.  Mr & Mrs Richardson came.

Ivy begins to blow on Nore-hill & is frequented by wasps.  Pd for a wasps nest, full of young.