August 17
Rain in forenoon.
The high blackberries are now in their prime; the richest berry we have.
That wild black currant by Union Turnpike ripe (in gardens some time).
The knapweed now conspicuous, like a small thistle.
Did I set it down too early?
Rain, rain, rain again!
Good for grass and apples; said to be bad for potatoes, making them rot; makes the fruit now ripening decay, — apples, etc .
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, August 17, 1853
The richest berry we have. See August 10, 1853 ("August, royal and rich . . .It is glorious to see those great shining high blackberries, now partly ripe . . ."); August 22, 1852 ("Is not the high blackberry our finest berry?"); August 23, 1856 ("Now for high blackberries,")
New and collected mind-prints. by Zphx. Following H.D.Thoreau 170 years ago today. Seasons are in me. My moods periodical -- no two days alike.
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