Thursday, June 30, 2016

A Book of the Seasons: June 30 (blue flag, haymaking, heat, a sea-breeze, evening and starlight, a full moon, waterbugs)




The year is but a succession of days,
and I see that I could assign some office to each day
which, summed up, would be the history of the year.
Henry Thoreau, August 24, 1852


Early raspberries –
light red semitransparent
showing the seed — scarce.

The nature lover
preeminently is a
lover of man.

Two men spoke of loon’s 
eggs on a rocky isle in 
Little Quitticus. 
June 30, 1856

The pads blown up by 
cooler northerly wind show 
crimson already.

Coolness continues
and the sky is full of clouds
but it does not rain.

Brilliant and fair the
fields woods and meadows seen through 
sparkling breezy air.

Shadows under the
edge of woods are less noticed
now woods are darker.
June 30, 1860

Oppressively warm,
haymakers are mowing now
in early twilight.

See a haymaker
with suspenders crossed before 
as well as behind. 

The lark sings a note 
which belongs to New England
summer evenings.

The bright curves made by
water-bugs in the moonlight
now at 9 o'clock.

June 30, 2018


Rubus triflorus berries, some time, — the earliest fruit of a rubus.The berries are very scarce, light red, semitransparent, showing the seed, — a few (six to ten) large shining grains and rather acid. June 30, 1854

Two men spoke of loon’s eggs on a rocky isle in Little Quitticus. June 30, 1856


The pads blown up by it already show crimson, it is so strong, but this not a fall phenomenon yet. June 30, 1859

The coolness continues, and this morning the sky is full of clouds, but they look to me like dog-day clouds and not rain-threatening. June 30, 1857


It is a world of glossy leaves and grassy fields and meads. June 30, 1860

The foliage of deciduous trees is now so nearly as dark as evergreens that I am not struck by the contrast. June 30, 1860

The shadows under the edge of woods are less noticed now because the woods themselves are darker. June 30, 1860


Seen through this clear, sparkling, breezy air, the fields, woods, and meadows are very brilliant and fair. June 30, 1860

Haying has commenced. June 30,1851

Haying has commenced. June 30, 1852

Saw a haymaker with his suspenders crossed before as well as behind. A valuable hint, which I think I shall improve upon, June 30, 1856

I see the farmers in distant fields cocking their hay now at six o'clock. June 30,1851

The day has been so oppressively warm that some workmen have lain by at noon, and the haymakers are mowing now in the early twilight. June 30,1851


Moon nearly full; rose a little before sunset . . . At first a mere white cloud. June 30, 1852

It is starlight about half an hour after sunset to-night; i. e. the first stars appear. June 30, 1852

The moon is now brighter, but not so yellowish. 
 June 30, 1852


Ten or fifteen minutes after, the fireflies are observed, at first about the willows on the Causeway, where the evening is further advanced. June 30, 1852



 It is Sunday night. After dinner we walk to the view and back. The sun is setting through the trees at the house. On the trail in the woods and on the cliffs are those orangey spots. But it has set well before we get there I’m surprised the air is so clear and clean a pleasant northwest wind at thunderhead perhaps on the north horizon. The sun is setting orange. Dirty orange and one moment I think I see different layers of orange  I get one good picture that captures the colors. We sit longer than planned then head back the usual way in the dusk without headlamps   And press it all the way home after dark using the luminescent paint along the trails to guide us now accompanied by a myriad fireflies We would never seen the fireflies dancing in the woods and over the trail using a headlamp  


June 30, 2019
Fireflies in the night 
dance in the woods and trails– we 
walk without headlight 
June 30, 2019

June 29 <<<<< June 30 >>>>> July 1 


A Book of the Seasons,  by Henry Thoreau, June 30
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 ©  2009-2022 

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