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Monday 7 Decr 1986
warm morning.
Awoke this morning to find the ground
white with snow. A sort of wierd [sic] ghostly
morning. The trees and shrubery were
never so beautiful in leafy month
of June, though more lasting, than this
morning when when every tiniest branch
is drooping under the pure whitening of snow.
Saw Leatherend peg leging off up
the road this morning. Will and Devol
went to run nets but got nothing.
Wellie went to Niles for his tools
V called at Margans for cutter fills .
I got to churn and work over butter,
butter no good, cream no good,
threw 6 pans of milk and cream
to the hogs.