Saturday, September 13, 2014

Find the large thistle out of bloom amid a clump of raspberry vines.

September 13.


September 13, 2019

To Great Fields. 

Many butternuts have dropped, —more than walnuts.

A few raspberries still fresh. 

I find the large thistle (Cirsium muticum) out of bloom, seven or eight rods, perhaps, north of the potato-field and seven feet west of ditch, amid a clump of raspberry vines.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, September 13, 1854



Many butternuts have dropped. See Septembeer 19, 1859 ("Butternuts have been falling for two or three weeks, — now mostly fallen, — but must dry and lose their outer shells before cracking them.")

A few raspberries still fresh. See September 6, 1856 ("I see the flowering raspberry still in bloom. This plant is quite common here [Brattleboro]. The fruit, now ripe, is red and quite agreeable, but not abundant."); September 8, 1856 ("Gathered flowering raspberries in all my walks and found them a pleasant berry, large, but never abundant.") See also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, the Raspberry

Large thistle out of bloom . . . amid a clump of raspberry vines. See July 29, 1857 ("I found on the edge of this clearing the Cirsium muticum, or swamp thistle, abundantly in bloom"); August 31, 1853 ("Cirsium muticum, in Moore's Swamp behind Indian field, going out of flower; perhaps out three weeks."); September 4, 1859 ("The swamp thistle (Cirsium muticum) is apparently in its prime. One or two on each has faded, but many more are to come. Some are six feet high and have radical leaves nearly two feet long. Even these in the shade have humblebees on them.") 

September 13. See A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, September 13

Find the large thistle 
out of  bloom amid a clump 
of raspberry vines.

A Book of the Seasons,  by Henry Thoreau
"A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality.”
~edited, assembled and rewritten by zphx © 2009-2024

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