The Natural History of Selborne

No shower since the 24th of Novemr.

Snow totally gone.

Nor rain has fallen since the 24th of Novr.  The millers complain for want of water.

Antir.  Cymbalaria still in bloom.  Two hares in the garden last night.  Snow wastes: eaves drip.  Cocks crow.

At two o’clock in the shortest days the shades of my kitchen & hall-chimnies fall just on the middle of the window of J. Carpenter’s workshop; & the shade of the chimney of my great parlor just in the midst of John Hall’s side-front.  Hard frost all day.  Covered the artichokes, & young asparagus with litter.

My well has risen lately, notwithstanding the long dry season.

A plant of missel-toe grows on a bough of the medlar: it abounds on my hedges on the maple.  The air is full of Insects.  Turkies strut & gobble.  Many young lambs at the Priory.

Bees play out from their hives.  Spring-like.  The Barometr at S. Lambeth was this day at 30-6-10: a sure token that S. Lambeth is much lower than Selborne.

The air is full of gnats, & tipulae.  Gossamer about.  The paths are dry like summer.

Planted out Sweet-Williams, vine, & goose-berry cuttings, honey-suckle cuttings; & several crab stocks grafted from a curious & valuable green apple growing at South Lambeth in Surrey.