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.

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