Wednesday, June 6, 2012

First devil's-needles

June 6

First devil's-needles in the air, and some smaller, bright-green ones on flowers.  

The earliest blueberries are now forming as greenberries. 

The wind already injures the just-expanded leaves, tearing them and making there turn black. I see the effects of recent frosts on the young oaks in hollows in the woods. The leaves are turned dry, black, and crisp. 

The side-flowering sandwort, an inconspicuous white flower like a chickweed.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, June 6, 1852 

First devil's-needles .See June 6, 1857 ("I see many great devil's-needles in an open wood — and for a day or two, — stationary on twigs, etc.,. . . They were evidently just escaped from the slough.”) See also June 8, 1855 (“A great many devil’s-needles in woods within a day or two."); June 11, 1860 (“See many small blue devil's-needles, but no mates with them.”); June 13, 1854 (“. . . my sail so idle that I count ten devil's-needles resting along it at once.”); June 19, 1860("The devil's-needles now abound in wood-paths and about the Ripple Lakes. “); June 23, 1853 (“Here are thousands of devil's-needles of all sizes hovering over the surface of this shallow pond in the woods”); July 16, 1854 (“Methinks there were most devil's-needles a month ago.”) and also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau.the Devil's-needle

The earliest blueberries are now forming as greenberries. See  June 7, 1854 (“I am surprised at the size of green berries, -- shad-bush, low blueberries, choke-cherries, etc., etc. It is but a step from flowers to fruit.”)

The side-flowering sandwort, an inconspicuous white flower. See June 3, 1859 ("Arenaria lateriflora well out, how long?"); June 5, 1855 ("Side-flowering sandwort apparently three days out in Clamshell flat meadow."); June 10, 1856 ("Side-flowering sandwort abundantly out this side of Dugan Spring."); June 13, 1858 ("Arenaria lateriflora, how long?") 

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