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- 2 cheese and butter and bredd. Thys with pertaties and greens and other trymmings should do verrie well. And there will be cyder and beere and sherrie wine to drink. After I will sett in the parlur like a ladle and left Sarah put on the tay, while I shall worrit in case she does brake the dyshes. Feb. ye 12 - To-day bein market day, John goes to sell 2 fat cowes. So Sarah and me do sett about and clere out the cupboards, finding much dust therein. We did also scrub the passages and kitchens, then clere up the parlur and furniture, which do look all the better... After dinner we to the dairy to scower shelves and pannes and such like; then the floor. Then Sarah out to milk the cow Betsy, which do always kick John over, so Sarah does it; I to feed the calves and to watch Bill Jones feed the pigges, which he do slip if we not there to see him. John feares he do help his own pigg with the meal, but I think he hath not the wit, being a dimmel body and slow. Then I to the kitchen to see all is reddy for John's home cummin, the while Sarah do feed the hens; which do set up a fine ado when they do see us. She comes in later with a fine goose egg, the first this yere; which I do put in the pan and cook for John's tea, with 2 good slivers of ham; and do put the boiled beef and cheese with a meat pastie, he bein always verrie empty when he do cum from market. It bein a cold day I do get reddy a good bowl of punch steaming hot, which is as well, for he cummen in verrie cross with the news of not sellen one of the cows which he do bring back. Later being fed he tells me his mother will be cummin in 2 days time to visit us. This do please me, she bein verrie kind and good to me always. Me saying this to John, he is verrie pleased, and do say how he did like the goose egg, and what a good wife he hav got, to which I do agree, seeing how I do put up with his fandilles and temper without saying a word. But this I shall not tell him. Later I and Sarah to our sewing, and John to look at the yards to see all is safe; then a good supper and to bed. "SUMMER" (Extracts from "The Garden" by V. Sackville West) Heavy July. Too rampant and too lush; High Summer, dull, fulfilled and satiate, Nothing to fear, and little to await. The very birds are hush ... Too tame, too smug, I cry; There's no adventure in security; Yet still my little garden craft I ply, Mulch, hoe, and water when the ground is dry; Cut seeding heads; thin out the stoning fruit; Cut out the unwanted, tie the wanted, shoot; Weed paths that with one summer shower of rain For all my labour are as green again. And to strive on, for there is no repose Even though Summer redden with the rose. .../3