Friday July 31st

Dad and I finished hauling the hay to-day. I think we hauled in four loads. We put half of the last one in the big barn and the other half we pitched off in the old barn to cover the rails and top of the granary before putting the barley in. We also got in one good sized load of barley but didn't pitch it off. Frank came over here and ploughed the pea-stubble. He would have ploughed some on my alfalfa summer fallow but he put too much lubricating oil in his tractor and it didn't work right so that he was delayed. The summer fallow has been so neglected owing to my absence from here that it has grown thick with summer grass and thistles and ploughing again is the only remedy for it.

I got home just about six and just as it began to rain hard. It has been very threatening all day with occasional sprinkles and an east wind and finally settled in to rain all night. Frank got pretty wet so changed in to some of my cothes and stayed all night. We had tea before I did the chores and sat around listening to a very comical story Marj. was reading from Saturday Evening Post called Sam in the Suburbs by P.G. Wodehouse that i did the milking in the dark as well as the rain