It is no surprise that Henry does not dust his furniture.

September 15. 

Monday. 

Sophia says, bringing company into my sanctum, by way of apology, that I regard the dust on my furniture like the bloom on fruits, not to be swept off. Which reminds me that the bloom on fruits and stems is the only dust which settles on Nature's furniture. 

P. M. — To Hubbard's Swamp. 

Aster longifolius and puniceus and Spiranthes cernua in prime. 

Early Solidago stricta (that is, arguta) done, but some putting out again in the axils, while dead at top, maybe owing to the rains. 

Meadow-sweet lingers yet! 

What I must call Bidens cernua, like a small chrysanthemoides, is bristly hairy, somewhat connate and apparently regularly toothed. 

The hypericums generally appear to be now about done. I see none.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, September 15, 1856

Solidago stricta done . . . See September 18, 1852 ("The goldenrods have generally lost their brightness.")

What I must call Bidens cernua . . . See September 14, 1854 ("The great bidens, the flower and ornament of the riversides at present, and now in its glory,. . . Full of the sun. It needs a name.")

3 1/2 hour night walk around the perimeter of our land

Before the trail of the rainbow bridge we had up the old logging road and start clearing branches etc. out-of-the-way. It is quite overgrown.

 We have not been this way in many years The stream has rutted it out but in places it is in Old Woods Road. I remember this is the path we first took on our first walk on this land

Clear some more bigger stuff heading straight east up the stream to our boundary then continue on to the neighbors land bushwhacking mostly and then following a trace of a logging road first this way than that.  

I use my Compass to check our course against my sense of direction.

 Comfortable we are heading towards the land but not knowing just where we will come out. It turns out we are in a perfect spot at the base of the ramp

It is good to see the trail markers ahead

We go up the mountain trial. Near the top the full moon begins to show between the trees but at the top it is mostly hidden. We sit for a while water the dogs and then head over to East land

Jane decides to walk in the muck of the pond and I hear her  exclaim occasionally as she sinks in

Down the ravine veer left to the Beech Lane 

We are seeing large orb weavers and nearby I see spiders in miniature perfect webs shown in our headlamps.  

Out to the corner of the moose trail where right in that little detour 

is a pile of bear scat full of? 

Hobble bush seed she pokes then smells it no smell or slightly fruity

Now we are walking out down the Moose Trail

 and cutting across just before a log I find one of her old gloves half buried there lost for several years.

 Then we turn right of the new trail in an ancient steam bed leading over to the ski trail there is a log it needs cutting, the dogs have to jump over.

A black woolly caterpillar in the path on the way down

 I realize we are circumnavigating our land clockwise first on and off the north boundary 

then the east boundary the south boundary the west boundary.

 I suggest we go over to the cliff in the northwest corner past the old loggers spring

We end up bushwhacking in a steep open evergreen woods.

Near home Jane sees an owl on  a branch close in front of her

 and a wooly bear in the path by the fence.

Trail now overgrown 

sudden memories of our

first walk on this land.

September 15, 2016