1917 – April 8 (Easter Sunday)

Cold and showery, we would almost have liked a fire in the evening. Col. Austin-Smith*, Surgeon to the Viceroy, came to tea, he married Ettie Shewell, my second cousin. A very nice fellow and lots to say. We had lunch with the Rennies.

The garden is wonderful – no one has ever seen such masses of roses. The new turf looks very smart. The Nemesias are over, also stocks and mimulus just going, but pansies are still beautiful and most of the others are not far beyond their prime.

* Possibly Austen Smith

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