Friday, June 14, 2019

New reflections now from the under sides of leaves turned up by the wind.

June 14. 

June 14, 2013

There are various new reflections now of the light, viz. from the under sides of leaves (fresh and white) turned up by the wind, and also from the bent blades (horizontal tops) of rank grass in the meadows, — a sort of bluish sheeny light, this last. 

Saw a wild rose from the cars in Weston. The early red roses are out in gardens at home.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, June 14, 1852

New reflections now from the under sides of leaves turned up by the wind. See  June 4, 1854 (“And in the washing breeze the lighter under sides begin to show, and a new light is flashed upon the year, lighting up and enlivening the landscape.”); June 11, 1860 (“I now first begin to notice the silvery under sides of the red maple and swamp white oak leaves, turned up by the wind”); July 23, 1860 (“One of the most noticeable phenomena of this green-leaf season is the conspicuous reflection of light in clear breezy days from the silvery under sides of some. All trees and shrubs which have light-colored or silvery under sides to their leaves, but especially the swamp white oak and the red maple, are now very bright and conspicuous in the strong wind after the rain of the morning.”)

Saw a wild rose from the cars. See June 8, 1854 ("The Rosa nitida bud which I plucked yesterday has blossomed to-day "); June 12, 1854 ("Rosa lucida, probably yesterday, the 11th, judging from what I saw Saturday, i. e. the 10th. A bud in pitcher the 13th.”); June 13, 1853 ("the smooth wild rose yesterday."); June 15, 1851 (“See the first wild rose to-day on the west side of the railroad causeway”); June 15, 1853 (“Here are many wild roses northeast of Trillium Woods. It is the pride of June. I bring home the buds ready to expand, put them in a pitcher of water, and the next morning they open and fill my chamber with fragrance.”); June 18, 1854 (“The Rosa lucida is pale and low on dry sunny banks like that by Hosmer's pines.”)

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