A good day—cloudy and quite cool, but it is very smoky. I don’t know what makes it, but I guess the woods are on fire somewhere near.
Add washed to day, and I have been doing the work. We baked bread.
Henry is helping Mr. MacLean cut his wheat to day and Floyd has been growing in the orchard.
I have been writing a letter to send out home. I begin to want to see home again now.
No comments:
Post a Comment