The wind has blown alarmingly today. Covers up some things deep in sand and others leaves naked. My peas, for instance, and onions are left almost on the surface. Onion hills are leveled and the onions left on the surface. – – Mrs. Lipscomb came today. Filled her jug with molasses left by the Yanks in one of the barrels. It was too thick for all to come out clean. I gave it to her, but she would leave $10 for it, said she could not receive it after looking upon what she had seen in my basement. Patsy’s hoeing up borders in the garden. Aunt Beckie has been laid up two days with her knee. Bill went in the boat with Bartlett to Walkerton Mill, carried 15 bushels corn.