Saturday, June 28, 2025

A Book of the Seasons: Dogsbane and Indian hemp


 For the first time I perceive this spring
that the year is a circle.  
I would make a chart of our life,
know why just this circle of creatures completes the world.
Henry Thoreau, April 18, 1852

It would be pleasant to write
the history of one hillside for one year --
Blackberries, roses, and dogsbane
now in bloom here.

 Some years ago I sought for Indian hemp (Apocynum cannabinum) . . . 
though I did not believe that it grew here;
 and in a day or two my eyes fell on it, aye, 
in three different places, and different varieties of it. 

 I find the dog's-bane (Apocynum androsoemifolium) bark
 not the nearly so strong as that of the A. cannabinum. 

January 19. Gather some dry water milkweed stems to compare with the materials of the bird’s nest of the 18th . . .I strip off some bark about one sixteenth of an inch wide and six inches long and, separating ten or twelve fibres from the epidermis, roll it in my fingers, making a thread about the ordinary size. This I can not break by direct pulling, and no man could. I doubt if a thread of flax or hemp of the same size could be made so strong. What an admirable material for the Indian’s fish-line. January 19,   1856

February 9. At Cambridge to-day. Dr. Harris thinks the Indians had no real hemp but their apocynum, and, he thinks, a kind of nettle, and an asclepias, etc. February 9, 1853

April 24. See a dog’s-bane with two pods open and partially curved backward on each side, but a third not yet open. This soon opens and scatters its down and seeds in my chamber. The outside is a dull reddish or mahogany-color, but the inside is a singularly polished very pale brown. The inner bark of this makes a strong twine like that of the milkweed, but there is not so much of it.  April 24, 1856

June 15Dogsbane is just ready to open. June 15, 1852

June 21.  It would be pleasant to write the history of one hillside for one year. First and last you have the colors of the rainbow and more, and the various fragrances, which it has not. Blackberries, roses, and dogsbane also are now in bloom here. June 21, 1852

June 27. The dogsbane is one of the more interesting little flowers. June 27, 1853

July 2.[DunstableWalked to and along the river and bathed in it. There were harebells, well out, and much Apocynum cannabinum, well out, apparently like ours, prevailing along the steep sandy and stony shore. A marked peculiarity in this species is that the upper branches rise above the flowers. Also get the A. androsoemifolium, quite downy beneath. July 2, 1858

July 3.  Dogsbane and Jersey tea are among the prevailing flowers now. July 3, 1853 

July 11Apocynum cannabinum, with its small white flowers and narrow sepals half as long as whole corolla, apparently two or three days. July 11, 1857

August 1. [The East Branch] I saw at the end of this carry small Apocynum cannabinum on the rocks on the rocks, also more of the spurred gentian. August 1, 1857

August 4. Cannabis sativaAugust 4, 1854

August 5. At the Assabet stone bridge, apparently freshly in flower, — though it may have been out nearly as long as the androscemifolium, — apparently the Apocynum cannabinum var. hypericifolium (?). The tallest is four feet high. The flowers very small (hardly more than an eighth of an inch in diameter), the segments of the corolla not revolute but nearly erect. There are twenty to thirty flowers at end of a branch. The divisions of the calyx are longer than in the common, long ovate. Yet it differs from Gray's hypericifolium in having flowers rose-streaked within like the common, the cymes not shorter than the leaves, and the tube of the corolla rather longer than the divisions of the calyx. The leaves are hardly more downy or heart-shaped below than the common. Hypericifolium is a separate species in Pursh and some others. And the branches are less ascending than the common, making an angle of about 62° with the stem (the four lower), while three of the lower of a common one make an angle of 44°. August 5, 1856

August 7.  Hemp, perhaps a week. August 7, 1856

August 9Again I am surprised to see the Apocynum cannabinum close to the rock at the Island, several plants, apparently not more than ten days out; say July 25th, including the ones I saw before. The flowers of this are white, with divisions of the corolla erect or nearly so, corolla not one eighth of an inch wide, calyx-segments lanceolate, pointed, as long as the tube of the corolla. I now notice that all the branches are about equally upright, and hence the upper ones are much more upright than the upper ones of the A. andro-soemifolium. The plant is inclined to be taller and narrower than that, perhaps because it grows by water. The leaves are more oblong or lanceolate and pointed, the downiness and petioles about the same with that of the common; in this case, none heart-shaped. The one found the 5th was between this and the common, a rose-streaked one, in fact colored like the common; this, a white one with still longer calyx-segments and no heart-shaped leaves. This is rather smooth. Say, then, for that of the 5th and this, they are varieties of the A. cannabinum. August 9, 1858

August 11This side of Hubbard's Meadow Bridge . . . Cannabis sativa, apparently out. August 11, 1852

August 11Also the small rough sunflower (now abundant) and the common apocynum (also in bloom as well as going and gone to seed) are very common. August 11, 1858

August 13.  I stripped off a shred of Indian hemp bark and could not break it. It is as strong as anything of the kind I know. August 13, 1856

August 16Hemp (Cannabis sativa), said by Gray to have been introduced; not named by Bigelow. Is it not a native? August 16, 1851

August 16I find the dog's-bane (Apocynum androsoemifolium) bark not the nearly so strong as that of the A. cannabinum. August 16, 1856

August 16[Minott] used to love to hear the goldfinches sing on the hemp which grew near his gate. August 16, 1858 

August 21The prevailing conspicuous flowers at present are:
  •  The early goldenrods,
  •  tansy,
  •  the life-everlastings,
  •  flea bane (though not for its flower) . . .
  •  prunella, and dog’s-bane (getting stale), etc., etc. 
August 21, 1851

August 21. The leaves of the dogsbane are turning yellow.  August 21, 1852

August 28.  Hemp still in blossom.  August 28, 1852

September 2. Some years ago I sought for Indian hemp (Apocynum cannabinum) hereabouts in vain, and concluded that it did not grow here. A month or two ago I read again, as many times before, that its blossoms were very small, scarcely a third as large as those of the common species, and for some unaccountable reason this distinction kept recurring to me, and I regarded the size of the flowers I saw, though I did not believe that it grew here; and in a day or two my eyes fell on it, aye, in three different places, and different varieties of it. September 2, 1856

September 4Indian hemp out of bloom.  September 4, 1856

September 26.. Dogsbane leaves a clear yellow. September 26, 1852


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 © 2009-2025

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notes:


All parts of the Apocynum cannabinum plant are poisonous and can cause cardiac arrest if ingested.  
Apocynum means "poisonous to dogs". The cannabinum in the scientific name and the common names Hemp Dogbane and Indian Hemp refer to its similarity to cannabis as a fiber plant.  ~ Wikipedia

Apocynum cannabinum — hemp dogbane ~ GoBotany (petals white, green-white, or yellow, not recurving at the tips, the entire flower 3-6 mm long and upright)

Apocynum androsaemifolium
— spreading dogbane ~ GoBotany (petals pink or white with pink stripes, recurving at the tips, the entire flower 6-10 mm long and nodding))

Sunday, June 8, 2025

A Book of the Seasons, The Purple Pitcher Plant


 For the first time I perceive this spring
that the year is a circle.
I would make a chart of our life,
know why just this circle of creatures
completes the world.
Henry Thoreau, April 18, 1852

At Holden's Spruce Swamp. 
The water is frozen in 
the pitcher-plant leaf 


(Sarracenia purpurea)

The petals of the sidesaddle-flower,
fully expanded, hang down. How complex it is,
what with flowers and leaves! It is a wholesome
and interesting plant to me,
the leaf especially

This swamp contains beautiful specimens of the sidesaddle-flower
(Sarracenia purpurea), better called pitcher-plant.  . . .
No plants are more richly painted and streaked
than the inside of the broad lips of these. 
Old Josselyn called this "Hollow-leaved Lavender."
No other plant, methinks, that we have is
so remarkable and singular.

May 28.  The sidesaddle-flower conspicuous, but no pollen yet. May 28, 1853

May 30. The sidesaddle-flowers . . . are just beginning to blossom. The last are quite showy flowers when the wind turns them so as to show their undersides. May 30, 1852

June 8.  Sidesaddle, apparently to-morrow (?) June 8, 1854

June 8.   The sidesaddle-flower is out, — how long? June 8, 1858

June 9. Sidesaddle, apparently a day or two; petals hang down. June 9, 1855

June 10. Sidesaddle generally out; petals hang down, apparently a day or two. It is a conspicuous flower. June 10, 1854 

June 12. The petals of the sidesaddle-flower, fully expanded, hang down. How complex it is, what with flowers and leaves! It is a wholesome and interesting plant to me, the leaf especially.June 12, 1852 

June 12. The sidesaddle-flowers are partly turned up now and make a great show, with their broad red petals flapping like saddle ears (?) June 12, 1853 

June 12. Sidesaddle flower numerously out now. June 12, 1856

August 18. We can walk across the Great Meadows now in any direction. They are quite dry. Even the pitcher-plant leaves are empty.August 18, 1854

August 21. In Hubbard's meadow, between the two woods, I can not find a pitcher-plant with any water in it. August 21, 1854 

August 22.  I find at length a pitcher-plant with a spoonful of water in it. It must be last night's dew.  It is wonderful that in all this drought it has not evaporated.  August 22, 1854

September 11. We have had no rain for a week, and yet the pitcher-plants have water in them. Are they ever quite dry? Are they not replenished by the dews always, and, being shaded by the grass, saved from evaporation.  What wells for the birds! September 11, 1851

September 27I never found a pitcher-plant without an insect in it. The bristles about the nose of the pitcher all point inward, and insects which enter or fall in appear for this reason unable to get out again. It is some obstacle which our senses cannot appreciate. Pitcher-plants more obvious now. September 27, 1851

September 28. This swamp [the spruce swamp in Conant's Grove] contains beautiful specimens of the sidesaddle-flower (Sarracenia purpurea), better called pitcher-plant.  They ray out around the dry scape and flower, which still remain, resting on rich uneven beds of a coarse reddish moss, through which the small flowered andromeda puts up, presenting altogether a most rich and luxuriant appearance to the eye. Though the moss is comparatively dry, I cannot walk without upsetting the numerous pitchers, which are now full of water, and so wetting my feet. I once accidentally sat down on such a bed of pitcher-plants, and found an uncommonly wet seat where I expected a dry one. These leaves are of various colors from plain green to a rich striped yellow or deep red. No plants are more richly painted and streaked than the inside of the broad lips of these.  Old Josselyn called this "Hollow-leaved Lavender." No other plant, methinks, that we have is so remarkable and singular.  September 28, 1851

November 9.  The pitcher plant, though a little frost-bitten and often cut off by the mower, now stands full of water in the meadows. I never found one that had not an insect in it.  November 9, 1850

November 11.  In the meadows the pitcher-plants are bright-red. November 11, 1858

November 15 The water is frozen solid in the leaves of the pitcher plants. November 15, 1857

November 16. At Holden's Spruce Swamp. The water is frozen in the pitcher-plant leaf November 16, 1852

December 31. Even the sidesaddle-flower, where it shows its head above the snow, now gray and leathery, dry, is covered beneath its cap with pretty large close-set light-brown seeds. December 31, 1859

February 11. The water in the pitcher-plant leaves is frozen, but I see none burst. They are very tightly filled and smooth, apparently stretched.  February 11, 1858

February 13.  Cafferty's Swamp. . . How often vegetation is either yellow or red! as the buds of the swamp-pink, the leaves of the pitcher-plant, etc., etc., and to-day I notice yellow-green recent shoots of high blueberry. February 13, 1858 

See also


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 ©  2009-2025

Thursday, June 5, 2025

A Book of the Seasons: Yellow Bethlehem-star (Hypoxis erecta).


 For the first time I perceive this spring
that the year is a circle.  
I would make a chart of our life,
know why just this circle of creatures completes the world.
Henry Thoreau, April 18, 1852

The Hypoxis erecta, yellow Bethlehem-star,
where there is a thick, wiry grass in open path;
should be called yellow-eyed grass, methinks.

May 22. A yellow Bethlehem-star. May 22, 1853

May 28. White thorn and yellow Bethlehem-star (Hypoxis erecta). May 28, 1852

May 28. Hypoxis erecta, maybe a day or two. May 28, 1856

June 5. Yellow Bethlehem-star in prime. June 5, 1855

June 6. Yellow Bethlehem-star. June 6, 1858

June 9. There are many star flowers. I remember the anemone, especially the rue anemone, which is not yet all gone, lasting longer than the true one above all the trientalis, and of late the yellow Bethlehem-star, and perhaps others. June 9, 1853

June 15. The Hypoxis erecta, yellow Bethlehem-star, where there is a thick, wiry grass in open path; should be called yellow-eyed grass, methinks. June 15, 1851

July 31. See yellow Bethlehem-star still. July 31, 1856

August 4.  The yellow Bethlehem-star still, and the yellow gerardia, and a bluish "savory-leaved aster." August 4, 1851

August 18. Yellow Bethlehem-star yet, and indigo.  August 18, 1856

August 24. Yellow Bethlehem-star still. August 24, 1853

Hypoxis erecta or Hypoxis hirsuta,  common star-grass,

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 © 2009-2025


Tuesday, June 3, 2025

A Book of the Seasons: Fireflies, winged sparks of fire!


  I would make a chart of our life,
know why just this circle of creatures completes the world.
Henry Thoreau, April 18, 1852

Many men walk by day; few walk by night.
It is a very different season.

Instead of the sun
there are the moon and stars;

instead of the wood thrush
there is the whip-poor-will;

instead of butterflies –
fireflies, winged sparks of fire!
June 1850


June 3, 2016

June 3.  It has been a sultry day, and a slight thunder-shower, and now I see fireflies in the meadows at evening. June 3, 1852

June 4. George Minott says he saw many lightning-bugs a warm evening the forepart of this week, after the rains. Probably it was the 29th. June 4, 1853

June 7. Mosquitoes are very troublesome in the woods . . . This muggy evening I see fireflies, the first I have seen or heard of at least. June 7, 1854 

June 7. Fireflies pretty numerous over the river, though we have had no thunder-showers of late.  Mosquitoes quite troublesome here. June 7, 1858

June 8. See lightning-bugs to-night. June 8, 1859

June 11. When I get away from the town and deeper into the night, I hear whip-poor-wills, and see fireflies in the meadow. June 11, 1851 

Away from the town
and deeper into the night –
whip-poor-wills, fireflies.

June 13. A few fireflies in the meadow. Do they shine, though invisibly, by day? Is their candle lighted by day? June 13, 1851

June 14.  Where there was only one firefly in a dozen rods, I hastily ran to one which had crawled up to the top of a grass head and exhibited its light, and instantly another sailed in to it , showing its light also; but my presence made them extinguish their lights. The latter retreated, and the former crawled slowly down the stem. It appeared to me that the first was a female who thus revealed her place to the male, who was also making known his neighborhood as he hovered about, both showing their lights that they might come together. It was like a mistress who had climbed to the turrets of her castle and exhibited there a blazing taper for a signal, while her lover had displayed his light on the plain. If perchance she might have any lovers abroad. June 14, 1851

June 15.  It is candle light. The fishes leap. The meadows sparkle with the coppery light of fireflies . June 15, 1852

June 16. Heat lightning in the horizon. A sultry night. A flute from some villager. How rare among men so fit a thing as the sound of a flute at evening! Have not the fireflies in the meadow relation to the stars above, étincelant?  When the darkness comes, we see stars beneath also  . . . Do not the stars, too, show their light for love, like the fireflies? There are northern lights, shooting high up withal. June 16, 1852

When the darkness comes
do not the stars like fireflies
show their light for love?
June 16, 1852

June 16. The meadows full of lightning-bugs to-night; first seen the 14th. June 16, 1860 

June 16It appears to me that these phenomena occur simultaneously, say June 12th, viz.: - • Heat about. 85° at 2 P.M.• Hylodes cease to peep.• Purring frogs (Rana palustris) cease.• Lightning-bugs first seen.• Bullfrogs trump generally.• Mosquitoes begin to be really troublesome.• Afternoon thunder-showers almost regular.• Sleep with open window.• Turtles fairly and generally begun to lay. June 16, 1860 

June 17. In the damp, warm evening after the rain, the fireflies appear to be more numerous than ever. June 17, 1852 

June 22. The fireflies in the meadows are very numerous, as if they had replenished their lights from the lightning. June 22, 1852 

June 25.  The fireflies appear to be flying, though they may be stationary on the grass stems, for their perch and the nearness of the ground are obscured by the darkness, and now you see one here and then another there, as if it were one in motion. Their light is singularly bright and glowing to proceed from a living creature. Nature loves variety in all things, and so she adds glow-worms to fireflies, though I have not noticed any this year.  June 25, 1852

You see one here and
another there as if  it
were one in motion.
June 25, 1852

June 25.  What were the firefly's light, if it were not for darkness? The one implies the other. June 25, 1852 

 Why the firefly's light, 
if it were not for darkness? 
One implies the other.  
June 25, 1852

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

July 12. Here and there a lightning-bug shows his greenish light over the tops of the trees. July 12, 1851

July 20  The stars are few and distant; the fireflies fewer still.   July 20, 1852 

July 20. There are a few fireflies about. Green, their light looks sometimes, and crickets are heard. July 20, 1853

August 2.  A few fireflies in the meadows. I am uncertain whether that so large and bright and high was a firefly or a shooting star. Shooting stars are but fireflies of the firmament. August 2, 1854 

August 5.  I see a solitary firefly over the woods.  August 5, 1851

August 8The fireflies are not so numerous as they have been . August 8, 1851


August 21.  A few fireflies still at night. August 21, 1860

September 3.  See no fireflies.  September 3, 1852

September 7One or two fireflies. September 7, 1851

September 8.  Perhaps it will be found that when the grass ceases to be fresh and green, or after June, the birds have ceased to sing, and that the fireflies, too, no longer in myriads sparkle in the meadows.  September 8, 1851

See also
 A Book of the Seasons , by Henry Thoreau, June Days

Magically at dusk
the woods fill with fireflies and
the flute of the thrush.
zphx July 29, 2013

 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 © 2009-2025

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