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Saturday, August 17, 2013

The richest berry

August 17

Rain in forenoon.

The high blackberries are now in their prime; the richest berry we have.

That wild black currant by Union Turnpike ripe (in gardens some time ). 

The knapweed now conspicuous, like a small thistle. 
Did I set it down too early? 

Rain, rain, rain again! 

Good for grass and apples; said to be bad for potatoes, making them rot; makes the fruit now ripening decay, — apples, etc .

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, August 17, 1853

The richest berry we have. See August 10, 1853 ("August, royal and rich . . .It is glorious to see those great shining high blackberries, now partly ripe . . ."); August 22, 1852 ("Is not the high blackberry our finest berry?"); August 23, 1856 ("Now for high blackberries,")

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