A golden shimmer.
The sun reflected in the pond,
a dazzling sheen.
The reflected sun
a dazzling sheen, a golden
shimmer in the pond.
The sun reflected
in the pond a dazzling sheen
of shimmering gold.
I notice that its
light on my note-book is quite
rosy or purple
The fringed gentian,
an errand of the walker
as well as the bee.
October 19, 1852
The reflected sun
in the pond a dazzling sheen
of shimmering gold.
October 19, 1855
On this rounded rock
covered with fresh pine-needles
I see Wachusett.
October 19, 1856
The fringed gentian--
an errand of the walker
as well as the bee.
The reflected sun
a dazzling sheen, a golden
shimmer in the pond.
Walking through the reddened huckleberry bushes, whose leaves are fast falling, I notice the birds' nests already filling with withered leaves.
Already birds' nests
fast filling with withered red
huckleberry leaves.
Birds' nests in red-
dened huckleberry bushes
filled with withered leaves.
On this rounded rock
covered with fresh
pine-needles
I see Wachusett.
from this rounded rock covered
with fresh pine-needles.
October 19, 1856
Witch-hazel in prime
though some buds not yet open
their leaves are all gone.
Their leaves are all gone.
I notice that its
light on my note-book is quite
rosy or purple.
October 19, 2023
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October 19, 2019
October 19, 2019
It is a very pleasant afternoon, quite still and cloudless, with a thick haze concealing the distant hills. Does not this haze mark the Indian summer?
The woods about the pond are now a perfect October picture; October 19, 1855
Both the white and black ash are quite bare, and some of the elms there. October 19, 1856
The leaves have fallen so plentifully that they quite conceal the water along the shore, and rustle pleasantly when the wave which the boat creates strikes them. October 19, 1853
Many witch-hazel nuts are not yet open. The bushes just bare. October 19, 1859
I see at last a few white pine cones open on the trees, but almost all appear to have fallen. October 19, 1855
The chestnuts are scarce and small and apparently have but just begun to open their burs. October 19, 1855
The hypericums — the whole plant — have now generally been killed by the frost. October 19, 1856
Lycopodium dendroideum (not variety) is just shedding pollen near this cedar. October 19, 1859
At this hour the blossoms are tightly rolled and twisted, and I see that the bees have gnawed round holes in their sides to come at the nectar. They have found them, though I had not. October 19, 1852
It is remarkable how tightly the gentians roll and twist up at night, as if that were their constant state. Probably those bees were working late that found it necessary to perforate the flower. October 19, 1852
Of the asters which I have noticed since [the 8th], the A.undulatus is, perhaps, the only one of which you can find a respectable specimen. I see one so fresh that there is a bumblebee on it. October 19, 1856
The most prominent of the few lingering solidagos which I have noticed since the 8th is the S. caesia, though that is very scarce indeed now, hardly survives at all. October 19, 1856
Paddling up the river the other day, those (probably canoe) birches on Mt. Misery on the edge of the hill a mile in front looked like little dark clouds, for I could not distinguish their white trunks against the sky. October 19, 1859
Standing on Hunt’s Bridge at 5 o’clock, the sun just ready to set, I notice that its light on my note-book is quite rosy or purple, though the sun itself and its halo are merely yellow, and there is no purple in the western sky. October 19, 1858
witch hazel in bloom
October 19, 2018
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Bees
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Fuzzy Gnats (tipulidæ)
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Milkweed
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, St. Johns-wort (Hypericum)
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, The Lycopodiums
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau: The Fringed Gentian
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, The Witch-Hazel
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, The White Pines
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, the Pitch Pine.
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, The Basswood
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, The Myrtle-bird
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, October Moods
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, October
October 19, 2019
October 19, 2015
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 © 2009-2019
See A Book of the Seasons: The Fringed Gentian
See A Book of the Seasons: The Fringed Gentian
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