
July 30
I find the new rudbeckia in five distinct and distant parts of the town this year, - beyond almshouse, Arethusa Meadow, Sam. Wheeler meadow, Abel Hosmer meadow, and J. Hosmer meadow.
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H. D. Thoreau, Journal, July 30, 1854
I find the new rudbeckia in five distinct and distant parts of the town. See July 30, 1856 (“Rudbeckia laciniata, perhaps a week.”); See also July 31, 1856 (“Measured a Rudbeckia hirta flower; more than three inches and three eighths in diameter.”); August 6, 1853 ("The rudbeckia must have been out at least a week or more; half the buds have opened."); August 16, 1852 ("I must look for the rudbeckia which Bradford says he found yesterday behind Joe Clark's"); August 18, 1852 (“Rudbeckia laciniata, sunflower-like tall cone-flower, behind Joe Clark's”).; September 4, 1857 ("Rudbeckia laciniata by Dodge's Brook"); September 21, 1857 ("Rudbeckia laciniata done, probably some time.")
Clustered low blackberries on the sand . . with a cool subacid taste See July 23, 1859 ("Low blackberries have begun. "); July 31, 1856 (“How thick the berries — low blackberries, Vaccinium vacillans, and huckleberries — on the side of Fair Haven Hill! ”); August 4, 1852 (“Most huckleberries and blueberries and low blackberries are in their prime now.”); See also August 3, 1856 ("High blackberries beginning; a few ripe"); August 4, 1856 ("You go daintily wading through this thicket, picking, perchance, only the biggest of the blackberries — as big as your thumb"); TAugust 17, 1853 ("The high blackberries are now in their prime;") and A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Blackberries
The tobacco-pipes are still pushing up white amid the dry leaves. See July 30, 1853 ("The tobacco-pipe has also pushed up there amid the dry leaves in the shade.") See also July 29, 1853 ("There is not only the tobacco-pipe, but pine-sap.") jand A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Pine-sap and Indian-pipe
July 30. See A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, July 30
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau
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