lethal slumber that have all the qualifications of the greener months besides a few peculiar to them selves to implant in a fellow that very happy sensation. the {illegible} joy of being alive. Just such a day was this especially the fore noon of it. I was in an excellent position to enjoy it as I walked from here over home to meet Frank with my load of coal. There was not a breath of wind and the sun was not bright which would have been dazzling in that night's fresh snow, but {differed?} a {genius?} caught through the lightest of cloud high floating wealth of smoke. The northern part of the sky was blue, but not the steel blue of Winter but the soft hazy appearance of Late Autumn while the air might have been that of May except for a certain energizing zest to it not comparable to the chill of Spring nor its longious warmth which has a {illegible} lethargy. The roads are excillint trim for sleighing and apparently too deep for the pesky cars to spoil them. No mud of Spring. no bugs of Summer, no {illegible} of work as with fall. if all Winter weather was like this, tourist resorts in the South would have to go out of business, but what makes this weather truly appreciated is that it is a very small nugget in a large rock of quartz and the realization that for all we know an 80 mile{illegible} may be the programme for tomorrow. When I got to the tavern I found Frank had gone down for the coal and Dad was preparing the scene for the execution of his pigs He was very distressed that I had walked over as he said Frank would go right out the side road with the coal and I would have to walk back. Frank however had forgotten to take a scoop shovel and remembering that I didn't have one came back by the farm with the coal so I rode out with him. He took the train right back so as to be on time to help with the pig killing this afternoon. Pickford and {name?} are going to help. I spent the afternoon lining my chicken house with tar paper and at May’s suggestion shifting the roasts so that they are not in such a direct draft from the windows. {Ina?} was here washing today and she walked home with Mabel who came over for a while after school. Wednes day January 7th Another very mild day and so nice that May: wanted to go to town. I was anxious to finish fixing my Chicken pen but as she was afraid we might not get another nice day this week. I told her that if she would go over and {Next page} borrow the haup cutter and Houi {illegible}would go right after dinner.