The weather still keeps fine. In the morning I was working in the garden gathering in seed, clearing away cosmos and convolvulus, and digging the ground they occupied. In the afternoon I pulled tea tree in the barley paddock. The steamer made a round trip, Grace went down when she came in the first time, and I went down to meet her when she came in from Big Omaha, Jim sent a box of fruit that Lily brought up from Auckland last week to be divided between us. The steamer took Willie’s props and charcoal.