March 2, 1771
Posted by sydney on Mar 2nd, 1771
Glass sinks steadily tho’ ye weather looks like dry. Turneps are all rotten, & the wheat-fields look quite bare, & destitute of all verdure. Farmer parsons sows wheat in his fallow behind Beacher’s shop, which was drowned in the winter Mem: to observe what crop he gets from this spring-sowing. The spring sowing round this village proved the finest wheat & best crop.