ToDay is the Birthday of
Fair and hot, wind So.
Chet and I worked all day trimming and cleaning out dead growth around the green.
Stopped in to see Pic and gave her a mess of sweet corn.
Eleanor drove me over to the Armory, where I made up my pack for tomorrow.
Thel, Ski, Cozette and Jubbie and Bobbie went down tot he camp.
They said that they found a very large black bass dead in the cove to the west of the point.
They said somebody had picked my blueberries on the point.
“I pray thee, O God, that I may be beautiful within.” Socrates
Arrowheads Up the Hill 