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it was late when we went out after the last little jag of 20 cocks, and by the time we got it off was about six o'clock. Warmer & cloudy, looked rainy.
Thursday August 22nd
Frank has been cutting hay in the old blue grass meadow all day and got it more than half cut. He took Joe and Queen this morning and the old team after dinner. Dad. and I went over to Tupper's this morning and harrowed 11 bags of oats and took part of them down to the mill to be chopped. I went down after dinner and got the chop and then took the wag gon out to the field. I raked up most of what Frank cut and then Dad put on a small load out of the wind row which I hauled up to-night. Dad. cocked up while I was raking. Enah and Tid have been down town all day, To-night Frank and I went down to the mill and had a good bath under the dam. It has been much warmer.
Friday August 23rd
Frank finished cutting the blue grass to-day noon. Dad. and I changed the {rack?} from the horse stall to the big barn and then went out and cocked up what was in the wind row. This after noon I raked the whole thing up and Dad cocked up what he could. Frank picked the ripe tomatoes and took a bushel over to Mrs. Pickford as Jackie spoke about getting them yester day and a basket down to Mrs. Jim Low. To-night {Zeitha?} Elva and Mrs. Johnson came over for the evening and Aunt Ida came over with Frank this after noon for tea She walked home to-night with the rest. Pretty warm.
Saturday August 24th
Frank had to go down town with some cream for Aunty Alice and was gone quite awhile but we got all the hay up in cock by noon. This after noon we put off the load that was on the barn floor and got one more in and then quit as Dad. wanted to go down and meet Dick. He got a letter from him at noon saying that he would be home on the five o'clock car having got six weeks farm leave. It seems queer that he should get farm leave now after every thing is in when they wouldn't allow it before, but it seems it is on account of the Western Battalions getting it. Dick is tickled to death and won't have to go back to Patawawa but will likely put in the winter in Toronto.