To Jenny Dugan's and Conantum. Saw one of those light-green locusts about three quarters of an inch long on a currant leaf in the garden. It kept up a steady shrilling (unlike the interrupted creak of the cricket), with its wings upright on its shoulders, all indistinct, they moved so fast. Near at hand it made my ears ache, it was so piercing, and was accompanied by a hum like that of a factory. The wings are transparent, with marks somewhat like a letter.
The Viburnum Lentago
berries are but just beginning to
redden on one cheek. The Cornus
paniculata are fairly white in some places. The polygonatum
berries have been a bluish-green some time. Do they turn still?
Methinks I have not heard a robin sing morning or evening of
late, but the peawai still, and occasionally a short note from the gold robin.
H. D. Thoreau, August
21, 1853
Methinks I have not heard a robin sing . . . See August 21, 1852 ("There are as few or fewer birds heard than flowers seen.”).
Methinks I have not heard a robin sing . . . See August 21, 1852 ("There are as few or fewer birds heard than flowers seen.”).
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| Dawn, August 21, 2013 |
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