Friday, May 14, 2010

The heat continues.


May 14.

It is remarkably hazy; wind still northeast. You can hardly see the horizon at all a mile off. The mornings for some time past have been misty rather than foggy, and now it lasts through the day and becomes a haze.

The sunlight is yellow through it.

C. sees the chestnut-sided warbler and the tanager to-day, and heard a whip-poor-will last night. 

The early sedges, even in the meadows, have blossomed before you are aware of it, while their tufts and bases are still mainly brown.

H. D. Thoreau , Journal, May 14, 1860

The early sedges, even in the meadows, have blossomed before you are aware of it.
See May 10, 1858 ("That early glaucous, sharp-pointed, erect sedge, grass like, by the riverside is now apparently in prime. Is it the Carex aquatilis?’)

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