P. M. – To Clamshell by boat.
Find more pieces of that Indian pot. Have now thirty- eight in all.
Evidently the recent rise of the river has caused the lower leaves of the button-bush to fall. A perfectly level line on these bushes marks the height to which the water rose, many or most of the leaves so high having fallen.
The clematis yesterday was but just beginning to be feathered, but its feathers make no show. Feathers out next day in house.
See a large flock of crows.
The sweet-gale fruit is yet quite green, but perhaps it is ripe.
The button-bush balls are hardly reddened.
Moreover the beach plum appears to prefer a sandy place, however far inland, and one of our patches grows on the only desert which we have.
I rarely read a sentence in a new botany which reminds me of flowers or living plants. The early botanists, like Gerard, were prompted and compelled to describe their plants, but most nowadays only measure them, as it were.
I rarely read a sentence in a new botany which reminds me of flowers or living plants. The early botanists, like Gerard, were prompted and compelled to describe their plants, but most nowadays only measure them, as it were.
The former is affected by what he sees and so inspired to portray it; the latter merely fills out a schedule prepared for him. I am assisted by these books in identifying a particular plant and learning some of its humbler uses, but very few indeed write as if they had seen the thing they pretend to describe.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, September 22, 1860
See a large flock of crows. See September 29, 1854 ("A large flock of crows wandering about and cawing as usual at this season.") See also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, the American Crow
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