Thursday 6th June 1918

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.