December 27, 1785

Posted by sydney on Dec 27th, 1785

Tapped my new rick of hay this day, which, tho’ made without rain, is vapid, & without much scent ,& consists more of weeds than grass.  The summer was so dry, that little good grass grew, ’till after the first crop was cut.  The rick is also very small.

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