October 30, 1788
Larches turn yellow; ash leaves fall; the hanger gets thin; my tall hedges finely diversifyed.
Larches turn yellow; ash leaves fall; the hanger gets thin; my tall hedges finely diversifyed.
Set up again my stone dial, blown down many years ago, on a thick Portland-slap in the angle of the terrass. The column is very old, came from Sarson house near Amport, & was hewn from the quarries of Chilmarke. The dial was regulated by my meridian line.
Some woodcocks shot on the Barnet lately.
Gave away many stone-less berberries: the tree every year bears vast burdens.
Much wheat is sown. The fallows are very dry; & the roads as clean as in summer.
Leaves fall. The pound field is sown with American wheat.
Bror. T. White planted two Lombardy poplars in the corners of the pound: & a Sycomore on the Plestor near the pound.
Vast quntities of gossamer: the fields are covered with it: “slow thro’ the air/The gossamer-floats; or stretch’d from blade to blade/ The wavy net-work whitens all the fields.”