Monday, August 8, 1977

For the last several days the Roma tomatoes have begun to turn, although none are ripe yet. Japanese beetles are verry thick now on sweet potato vines and old corn silk in the slope garden, where I have been knocking them into water cans by the hundreds. A muskrat left his front foot behind in a trap I set last night near the creek garden fence, but not before he cut more of my corn. 15 eggs today.

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