Dark cloud in the west.
Small and nearer clouds float past,
white against dark-blue.
In low Flint's Pond Path
goldenrod makes a thicket
higher than my head.
What we know is an
insignificant portion
of what can be seen.
Look toward the sun
very lit-up fresh light green
fields where grass is cut.
I hear again the loud thunder and see the dark cloud in the west. July 24, 1854
The hairy huckleberry still lingers in bloom, — a few of them. July 24, 1859
The white orchis will hardly open for a week. July 24, 1859
In the low Flint's Pond Path, beyond Britton's, the tall rough goldenrod makes a thicket higher than my head. July 24, 1856
At the Corner Spring the berries of the trillium are already pink. July 24, 1853
The dark indigo-blue (Sophia says), waxy, and like blue china blue berries of the clintonia are already well ripe. July 24, 1853
This season of berrying is so far respected that the children have a vacation to pick berries. July 24, 1853
There is a short, fresh green on the shorn fields. July 24, 1852
Many a field where the grass has been cut shows now a fresh and very lit-up light green as you look toward the sun. Journal, July 24, 1860
When the first crop of grass is off, and the aftermath springs, the year has passed its culmination. July 24, 1852
Where most I sought for flowers in April and May I do not think to go now July 24, 1853
Some small and nearer clouds are floating past, white against the dark-blue distant one. July 24, 1854
The effects of drought are never more apparent than at dawn. July 24, 1851
The ground is very dry, the berries are drying up. It is long since we have had any rain to speak of. July 24, 1852
Nature is like a hen panting with open mouth, in the grass, as the morning after a debauch. July 24, 1851
The street and fields betray the drought and look more parched than at noon; they look as I feel, -- languid and thin and feeling my nerves. July 24, 1851
July 16, 1851 ("Berries are just beginning to ripen, and children are planning expeditions after them.")\
July 18, 1854 ("Where I looked for early spring flowers I do not look for midsummer ones.")
July 18, 1854 ("Methinks the asters and goldenrods begin, like the early ripening leaves, with midsummer heats.")
July 19, 1851("The wind rises more and more. The river and the pond are blacker than the threatening cloud in the south. The thunder mutters in the distance. The surface of the water is slightly rippled. ... The woods roar. Small white clouds [hurry] across the dark-blue ground of the storm . . .")
July 22, 1852 ("The green berries of the arum are seen, and the now reddish fruit of the trillium, and the round green-pea-sized green berries of the axil-flowering Solomon's-seal.")
July 28, 1854 (Methinks the season culminated about the middle of this month, — . . .having as it were attained the ridge of the summer, commenced to descend the long slope toward winter, the afternoon and down-hill of the year.")
August 27, 1856 ("the peculiar large dark blue indigo clintonia berries of irregular form and dark-spotted, in umbels of four or five on very brittle stems which break with a snap and on erectish stemlets or pedicels.")
The hairy huckleberry still lingers in bloom, — a few of them. July 24, 1859
The white orchis will hardly open for a week. July 24, 1859
In the low Flint's Pond Path, beyond Britton's, the tall rough goldenrod makes a thicket higher than my head. July 24, 1856
At the Corner Spring the berries of the trillium are already pink. July 24, 1853
The dark indigo-blue (Sophia says), waxy, and like blue china blue berries of the clintonia are already well ripe. July 24, 1853
This season of berrying is so far respected that the children have a vacation to pick berries. July 24, 1853
There is a short, fresh green on the shorn fields. July 24, 1852
Many a field where the grass has been cut shows now a fresh and very lit-up light green as you look toward the sun. Journal, July 24, 1860
When the first crop of grass is off, and the aftermath springs, the year has passed its culmination. July 24, 1852
Where most I sought for flowers in April and May I do not think to go now July 24, 1853
Some small and nearer clouds are floating past, white against the dark-blue distant one. July 24, 1854
The effects of drought are never more apparent than at dawn. July 24, 1851
The ground is very dry, the berries are drying up. It is long since we have had any rain to speak of. July 24, 1852
Nature is like a hen panting with open mouth, in the grass, as the morning after a debauch. July 24, 1851
The street and fields betray the drought and look more parched than at noon; they look as I feel, -- languid and thin and feeling my nerves. July 24, 1851
*****
July 15, 1859 ("The white orchis not yet, apparently, for a week or more. Hairy huckleberry still in bloom, but chiefly done.")
July 16, 1851 ("Berries are just beginning to ripen, and children are planning expeditions after them.")\
July 18, 1854 ("Where I looked for early spring flowers I do not look for midsummer ones.")
July 18, 1854 ("Methinks the asters and goldenrods begin, like the early ripening leaves, with midsummer heats.")
July 19, 1851("The wind rises more and more. The river and the pond are blacker than the threatening cloud in the south. The thunder mutters in the distance. The surface of the water is slightly rippled. ... The woods roar. Small white clouds [hurry] across the dark-blue ground of the storm . . .")
July 22, 1852 ("The green berries of the arum are seen, and the now reddish fruit of the trillium, and the round green-pea-sized green berries of the axil-flowering Solomon's-seal.")
July 28, 1854 (Methinks the season culminated about the middle of this month, — . . .having as it were attained the ridge of the summer, commenced to descend the long slope toward winter, the afternoon and down-hill of the year.")
August 27, 1856 ("the peculiar large dark blue indigo clintonia berries of irregular form and dark-spotted, in umbels of four or five on very brittle stems which break with a snap and on erectish stemlets or pedicels.")
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 © 2009-2021
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