The Natural History of Selborne

Men’s St foin burns, & dies away.  The farmers on the sands complain that they have no grass.

My meadow is begun to be mowed.

Men cut their meadows.  Mr Churton came.

The Saint foin about the neighbourhood lies in a bad way.

The mare lies out.  St foin begins to blow.

Hay making about London.

Farmer Tull makes a wheat-rick at Wick-hill.

Alton

Rye cut & bound at Clapham.  Wheat looks well, & turns colour. Hay making at Farnham: pease are hacking near the town; hops distempered.

Farmer Spencer mows his cow-grass.

Saint foin blows, & the Stfoin fly Sphinx filipendula, appears. Rain at Emsworth. Fyfield sprung a fern-owl on the zig-zag which seemed confounded by the glare of the sun, & dropped again immediately. Mr. Bridger sends me a fine present of trouts caught in the stream down at Oakhanger. The distant hills look very blue in the evenings.