First of Summer Time. The Song of the Reaper is heard over hill and dale. The Grain is very light. Too much straw and smut has injured it. Every farmer is wanting theirs cut at once. The Rainy Season made the smut and the ground was too muddy to get the Binders in the fields. What grain there is doesn't bring a good price. Weather warm and ideal for harvesting.
Frank is at Gip to help Rufus Dovel harvest Barley this afternoon. Grace come in after medicine for one of Bobby's hogs, also to get Twine. Mary will be at Store. I will be alone all day. I did 2 hours labor cultivating flowers. Have a Big Bouquet of Gladioli of such lovely colors and large blooms. I never saw any lovelier.
Scripture read Isaiah 49:8-17. God says He will not forget us. "Behold I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands." Sometimes we think during this War striving, seeking for gain and greed that God has turned His back to us. It is the other way. People have forsaken God and forgotten to return to Him what is His own.
Lela sent me Birthday Card and letter with lovely Bookmark. Card from Mildred at Los Angeles. She was with Women Club visiting the beautiful sights of the City. Mary and Frank went to Clinton, then Grace and Mary brought the four little girls here at early bedtime to spend the night. I did not feel well enough to go anywhere.
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