June 19, 1781
A strange swarm of bees came and settled on my Balm of Gilead fir.
A strange swarm of bees came and settled on my Balm of Gilead fir.
The st foin is in a bad way about the neighbourhood.
My garden in nice order, & full of flowers in bloom. Lilies, roses, fraxinellas, red valerians, Iris’s, &c., now make a gaudy show.
We have planted-out a vast show of annuals, which will want no watering.
The house-martins which build in old nests begin to hatch, as may be seen by their throwing-out the egg-shells.
A pair of swallows hawk for flies ’til within a quarter of nine o’clock; they probably have young hatched.
Tulips are gone. The heat injures the flowers in bloom. St foin in full bloom. Fly-catcher has five eggs.
Grass-walks burn very much. Ground chops. Roses begin to blow. Wheat spindles for ear.
Killed some hundreds of shell-less snails about the garden. The boys every day kill some large wasps, that feed on the sycamore-bloom, on the Plestor. Several small wasps appear as well as large breeders.
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