Beautiful Spring morning. The Air has been washed and purified by the late rains and all Nature rejoices by growing stately and beautiful, blossoming and putting on young tender foliage. The Mocking Birds sing merrily as I stoop to pull weeds or reach to tie up a wayward Vine.
Men are running the Grader over the Rough Roads. Mary hurried through her house work and went to the Store. I have done hours of labor among the flowers . The Rain washed up some and beat others down and the weeds are so greedy they want all the Soil. it keeps me busy pulling them from among my plants.
School was called off when there was so much Rain and the students will have their Reports mailed to them. Scripture read John 12:2-28, John 17:8-24.
Afternoon, I did some work in the Yard transplanting some Vines and training others to climb up Porch wire. Then here t he Rain comes and cars go slipping and sliding over the Highway that men just graded. Saw two boys with a bike, they are having to carry it through the mud.
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