The Natural History of Selborne

The grass burns.

House-crickets are heard in all the gardens, & court-yards.  One came to my kitchen-hearth.

Full moon.  My well is shallow & the water foul.

Sun, clouds, thunder shower, red even: Great blackness.

Sun, brisk air, sweet even.  Many people have finished wheat-harvest.

Much wheat housed.  Drank tea at the hermitage.

Wheat lies in a bad way.  Peaches, & plums rot.  Wheat grows.  Flying ants swarm in millions.  Inches of rain 3.

Rain, rain, rain.  Wheat under the hedges begins to grow.

Planted out in trenches four rows of celeri.

Puff-balls come up in my grass-plot, & walks: they came from the common in the turf.  There are many fairy-rings in my walks, in these the puff-balls thrive best.  The fairy-rings alter & vary in their shape.