- Beale George W.
- His Son George.
- Abigail S. Adams
- John Q. Adams j
r
I planted at the bottom of the Nursery a Row of 12 whole Woodhouse
Apples— Horse Plums and Bell and Catherine Pears, with a marked stake,
and over them strewed a Row of Water-Oak Acorns and year-steeped
huckleberries— John Kirke began the
bottling of the Pipe of Madeira Wine. Two Musk Melons ripe at the bottom
of the Nursery; gathered them— After dinner I strolled over the Hill to
the old Trask garden spot and marked the condition of the trees— There
are about forty Hickory Trees among which five or six Shellbarks well
laden with fruit— One very fine and large black Oak, and one or two
smaller ones; but none bearing Acorns— One Ash with quantities of its
seed pods hanging upon it, not yet ripe a considerable growth of Cedars,
and of the Juniper three or four Elms, and as many old Pear Trees— A
part of the ground is growing over to wood. The wild Cherries on the old
Tree 534are not yet ripe— Returning home, I spoke to
Isaac Farrar of the Shellbark
Nuts which he did not know were there— He said the boys stole them
all—he never had had the benefit of any part of the fruit on that
portion of the farm— But he said if they could be gathered at all it
must be immediately after the first frost— Abigail S. Adams dined with us; and John went with her after dinner, and
visited Mrs
Barrell at Dedham— They returned in the Evening. Mr Beale
was here, and notified me that the annual meeting of the Proprietors of
Neponset Bridge would be next Tuesday at Squantum; and invited me to the
dinner at 2. O’Clock. My
wife was again able to leave her chamber— I began reading
Cicero de Natura Deorum and
also the Translation of D’Olivet—
And I am reading also the last number of the Library of entertaining
knowledge—upon Insect Transformations.