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Warm, fog, cloudy, rain, wind NE-SE.
Went over to the greenhouse to see if Treglawn wanted the cartons I have saved.
This noon I came home around the road saw Pic. Eric was in bed.
Al Holman has gone on another sea voyage.
Haven’t seen any quail or partridge, and only one pheasant this hunting season.
Arthur stopped up at the hill and left a couple of suitcases and said the folks will be here tomorrow.
Eleanor got a letter from Bobbie today, he had very little to say.
Eleanor worked late tonight.
Hope to hear from Bobbie myself soon.
“Money is a good servant, but a poor master.” D. Bouhours
Arrowheads Up the Hill 