1750 May 1 (Tuesday). Very pleasant after the Rain. All Nature blooming and flourishing whilst (alas!) my Heart is as a barren Wilderness. Mr. Haven left us to go back to Framingham. My Wife and I rode to Mr. Twitchells.[1] Ebenezer and Joseph Mending Fence, ploughing and preparing the Fields for Planting.
[1]Jonas Twitchel (Twitchell), of Westborough.