The Natural History of Selborne

Fairey-rings encrease on my grass-plot.

Spring-like: crocus blows: gossamer floats: musca tenax comes forth: blackbird whistles.

Grass-walks are very verduruous.

Turner’s heifers feed down the dead grass in my great mead.

The Swallow, Lord Cornwallis’s advice sloop, arriv’d at Bristol from Madras, which it left on the 21st of Septemr.  The weather was so rough, that it could not get up the Bristol channel.

Water-cresses come in.

The wood-men begin to fell beeches on the hanger.

The Antirrhinum Cymb. which flourished, & blossomed thro’ all last winter, & the summer & autumn following, now killed by the frost.  Hence it is probably that in milder regions it is at least a biennial, if not a perennial.  Before, it has always dyed every winter as soon as the hard frosts began to prevail.

Lord Stawell sends me a cock & and hen brambling.

Vast frost-work on the windows.