Sunday, September 10, 2017

Standing by Peter's well, the white maples by the bank of the river a mile off now give a rosaceous tinge to the edge of the meadow.

September 10.

Thursday. P. M. — To Cardinal Ditch and Peter’s.

Cardinal-flower, nearly done. 

Beach plum, almost ripe. 

Squash vines on the Great Fields, generally killed and blackened by frost (though not so much in our garden), revealing the yellow fruit, perhaps prematurely. 

Standing by Peter's well, the white maples by the bank of the river a mile off now give a rosaceous tinge to the edge of the meadow. 

I see lambkill ready to bloom a second time. Saw it out on the 20th; how long?

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, September 10, 1857


Cardinal Ditch / Cardinal-flower, nearly done. See August 27, 1856 (“The cardinals in this ditch make a splendid show now”). Also September 14, 1856 (“The flowering of the ditches. ”)

Standing by Peter's well, the white maples by the bank of the river a mile off . . . See March 31, 1856 ("To Peter’s -- I see the scarlet tops of white maples nearly a mile off, down the river, the lusty shoots of last year.”); August 15, 1858 ("The smaller white maples are very generally turned a dull red, and their long row, seen against the fresh green of Ball’s Hill, is very surprising")' September 8, 1858 ("I perceive the dark-crimson leaves, quite crisp, of the white maple on the meadows, recently fallen.")  Compare April 28, 1855 ("The red maples, now in bloom, are quite handsome at a distance over the flooded meadow beyond Peter’s. The abundant wholesome gray of the trunks and stems beneath surmounted by the red or scarlet crescents.”); May 1, 1855 ("The maples of Potter’s Swamp, seen now nearly half a mile off against the russet or reddish hillside, are a very dull scarlet, like Spanish brown . . .”); 

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