Monday, September 15, 2014

The witch-hazel in flower.


September 15.




The witch-hazel has opened since the 8th; say 11th. 


(It was abundantly out yesterday on Wachusett Mountain, where it is probably more exposed to the sun and drier. Sophia was there.)



Its leaves, a third or a half of them, are yellow and brown. 

September 15, 2014

Solidago speciosa at Clamshell out several days.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, September 15, 1854

The witch-hazel has opened since the 8th; say 11th
.
See September 8, 1854 ("The witch-hazel on Dwarf Sumach Hill looks as if it would begin to blossom in a day or two."); September 8, 1856 ("Witch-hazel out, maybe a day or two, in some places,"); September 18, 1856 (The witch-hazel at Conantum just begun here and there; some may have been out two or three days.Yet I saw the witch-hazel out in Brattleboro September 8th, then apparently for a day or two ."); September 29, 1853 ("The witch-hazel at Lee's Cliff, in a fair situation, has but begun to blossom; has not been long out, so that I think it must be later than the gentian. Its leaves are yellowed.") See also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, The Witch-Hazel

Solidago speciosa at Clamshell out several days. See September 27, 1856 (“To Clamshell by boat. Solidago speciosa not quite out!!”)September 29, 1853 ("Solidago speciosa out in Hubbard's Swamp . . .say ten days ago. This must be a late one, then."); 
 October 2, 1856 ("Solidago speciosa completely out, though not a flower was out September 27th)

September 15
. See A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, September 15

Witch-hazel opened –
a third or half of its leaves
are yellow and brown.

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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