Monday September 7th Labour Day

This being Labour Day I laboured at at a job that I have wanted to get at for a year, and now that I have started I will want to keep at it till I finish. I levelled down the pile of clay west of the kitchen and filled in the low places around the back door with it and I made an ash path from the kitchen door to the pump and got started on one to gate but haven't got the sod all cut out for it yet. There are still large heaps of clay south of the house and under the crab apple tree to be disposed of and I am anxious to get them levelled and seeded with lawn seed as at present the place looks like a mining shack or a shell crater but if it were trimmed up it would be an exceptionally pretty place, even now the vista that we see from the back door spreading out under the crab apple tree and the ash and disappearing gradually in the orchard is beautiful enough to make a fellow wish that Pegassus was not so particular who rode him. Mabel Mrs. Walker and Miss Cook all came up to-night and Mabel is staying all night. Marj. invited her when she thought she was going to be alone on account of my being with the Colonial excursion to Erie. Mostly cloudy & cooler.

Tuesday September 8th

I finished making the path to the gate this morning and dug potatoes and garnered various garden produce for dinner as Mabel came back for that. I picked the cucumbers which ranged in size from an inch long to that of a bologna sausage, in spite of Marj's assurances that as the seed was that of small pickling cucumbers they would not grow beyond the desired dimensions suitable for that purpose. Now when I bring her in a half a bushel of these cucumbrian monstrosities, she gnashes her teeth and hurls them at me. I also cut a water melon that looked ripe but when I dissected it I found it to be only pink in spots, however we ate the spots and they were delicious. This after noon I picked a few of the Bartlet pears and Dad. & Enah came over to get me to go thrashing tomorrow for a couple of hours at Art Quanbury's as Frank intends going to the Ex to-morrow with Jonas & Alex England. I got Dad. to help me fell the dead maple at the back door. Ina was here to-day. Mostly cloudy and sultry. Miss Battersby died last night.

Wednesday September 9th

I finished picking the pears and took two bushel hampers down and shipped one to Dorrie