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Monday, June 12, 2023

A Book of the Seasons: the Mouse-ear forget-me-not (Myosotis laxa)



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

The mouse-ear forget me-not . . .
small and unpretending,
for even flowers must be modest
June 12, 1852

May 22, 2023

May 13.  Myosotis laxa. May 13, 1860

May 17.  Myosotis laxa is out a day or two. At first does not run; is short and upright like M. stricta. May 17, 1853 

May 21 Myosotis laxa by Turnpike, near Hosmer Spring, may have been out several days; two or three at least. May 21, 1856

May 24. The smooth speedwell . . . and the Myosotis laxa are the two most beautiful little flowers yet, if I remember rightly. May 24, 1853

May 27. Myosotis laxa, water mouse-ear, by Depot Field Brook. May 27, 1852

June 5.  That very early (or in winter green radical leaf) plant by ash is the Myosotis laxa, open since the 28th of May, say June 1st. June 5, 1855


June 12. The mouse-ear forget me-not (Myosotis laxa) has now extended its racemes (?) very much, and hangs over the edge of the brook. It is one of the most interesting minute flowers. It is the more beautiful for being small and unpretending, for even flowers must be modest. June 12, 1852


See also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau the Mouse-ear

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 © 2009-2023

Tuesday, May 24, 2022

The most beautiful little flowers yet.




May 24.

The smooth speedwell is in its prime now, whitening the sides of the back road, above the Swamp Bridge and front of Hubbard's. Its sweet little pansy like face looks up on all sides. 

This and the Myosotis laxa are the two most beautiful little flowers yet, if I remember rightly. 

forget-me-nots
May 15, 2022

P. M. —Talked, or tried to talk, with R. W. E. 

Lost my time — nay, almost my identity. He, assuming a false opposition where there was no difference of opinion, talked to the wind — told me what I knew and I lost my time trying to imagine myself somebody else to oppose him.

The wild pink was out day before yesterday.

Silene caroliniana, (wild pink)


H. D. Thoreau, Journal, May 24, 1853

Myosotis laxa [small-flowered forget-me-not, one of] the.most beautiful little flowers yet.  See May 17, 1853 (“Myosotis laxa is out a day or two. At first does not run; is short and upright like M. stricta.”); May 21, 1856 (“Myosotis laxa by Turnpike, near Hosmer Spring, may have been out several days; two or three at least.”);  June 5, 1855 (“That very early (or in wintergreen radical leaf) plant by ash is the myosotis laxa, open since the 28th of May, say June 1st.”); June 12, 1852 (“The mouse-ear forget me-not (Myosotis laxa) has now extended its racemes (?) very much, and hangs over the edge of the brook. It is one of the most interesting minute flowers. It is the more beautiful for being small and unpretending, for even flowers must be modest.”)  See also April 29, 1854 ("The mouse-ear is now fairly in blossom in many places. It never looks so pretty as now in an April rain, covered with pearly drops.”);  May 6, 1859 ("I perceive a peculiar fragrance in the air . . . like that of vernal flowers or of expanding buds. The ground is covered with the mouse-ear in full bloom.”);   May 26, 1855 ("Already the mouse-ear down begins to blow in the fields and whiten the grass, together with the bluets”); and A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, the Mouse-ear forget-me-not (Myosotis laxa small-flowered forget- me- not)

The wild pink was out day before yesterday. See April 25, 1859 ("This is the beginning of that season which, methinks, culminates with the buttercup and wild pink and Viola pedata"); May 29, 1852 ("Barberry in bloom, wild pinks, and blue-eyed grass."); May 31, 1856 ("Pink, common wild, maybe two or three days"); June 5, 1850 ("The first of June, when the lady’s-slipper and the wild pink have come out in sunny places on the hillsides, then the summer is begun according to the clock of the seasons.”).


Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Have I not commonly noticed them dead after rain?


July 12


P. M. — Down Turnpike to Red Lily Meadow. 

Hear the plaintive note of young bluebirds, a reviving and gleaming of their blue ray. 

In Moore's meadow by Turnpike, see the vetch in purple patches weighing down the grass, as if a purple tinge were reflected there. 

White vervain. Smooth sumach, apparently yesterday. Rue is beginning now to whiten the meadows on all hands. 

The Ranunculus aquatilis appears to be about done, though it may have been submerged by the rain of yesterday. I see hardly one freshly open, and it  quite moist and lowering yet. 

By the myosotis ditch there, is an abundance of Galium trifidum (apparently obtusum or latifolium, in press). It is densely massed and quite prickly, with three corolla-lobes. As yet I think I have observed only two varieties of G. trifidum, smooth and rough. 

Lactuca sanguinea, some time, with dark-purple stem, widely branched. Pycnanthemum muticum and the narrow-leaved, not long.

short tail shrew dead in the trail
(avesong September 17, 2023)

In the still wet road on the hill, just beyond Lincoln bound, a short-tailed shrew (Sorex brevicaudus of Say), dead after the rain. I have found them thus three or four times before. 

It is 4 1/2 inches long; tail 1+; head and snout, 1+. Roundish body. Lead-color above, somewhat lighter beneath, with a long snout, 3/8 inch beyond lower jaw, incisors black, delicate light-colored (almost silvery) mustachial bristles, and also from lower lip; nose emarginate; nails long and slender, a purple bar across each; ears white and concealed in the fur; the nostrils plainly perforated, though Emmons says that in the specimens of Sorex he had seen he could detect no perforations with a microscope. It has a peculiar but not very strong muskiness. 

There was an insect-wing in its mouth. Its numerous teeth distinct. 

Have I not commonly noticed them dead after rain? I am surprised to read in Emmons that it was first observed in Missouri, and that he has "not been able to meet with it" and doubts its existence in the State; retains it on the authority of former catalogues; says it nests on the surface and is familiar with water. 

In spirits. [Given to Agassiz]

Red lilies in prime, single upright fiery flowers, their throats how splendidly and variously spotted, hardly two of quite the same hue and not two spotted alike, —leopard-spotted, — averaging a foot or more in height, amid the huckleberry and lambkill, etc., in the moist, meadowy pasture. 

Apparently a bluebird's egg in a woodpecker's hole in an apple tree, second brood, just laid. In collection. 

Parsnip at Bent's orchard; how long? Also on July 5th, almost out. Agrimony well out. Chestnut in prime. 

See Lysimachia quadrifolia with from three to five (or six?) leaves in a whorl. 

Iberis umbellata, candytuft, roadside, Turtle's, naturalized; how long? New plant.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, July 12, 1856

Hear the plaintive note of young bluebirds. See June 13, 1852 ("I hear the feeble plaintive note of young bluebirds, just trying their wings or getting used to them."); June 13, 1858 ("I hear the peculiar notes of young bluebirds that have flown") See also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Young Birds

A short-tailed shrew dead after the rain. I have found them thus three or four times before. See May 1, 1857 ("Apparently a skunk has picked up what I took to be the dead shrew in the Goose Pond Path."); July 31, 1856 ("Another short-tailed shrew dead in the wood-path.")

Emmons doubts its existence in the State.
 See Ebenezer Emmons, Report on the Quadrupeds of Massachusetts 13 (1840) ("The Shrews are remarkable for their glandular apparatus, which gives them the strong musky odor . . . I have not been able to meet with it, and I have some doubts of the existence of this species Within the limits of this State . . . From the fact, that in the summer many are found dead without any external injury, it is supposed that an annual mortality prevails among them. It is suggested, however, that it may arise from a deficiency of food produced in a dry season by the escape of worms on which they feed.")

A bluebird's egg in a woodpecker's hole in an apple tree. See June 23, 1856 ("White eggs taken from a hole in an apple tree eight feet from ground . . .  I saw a blue feather in it and apparently a bluebird’s nest. Were not these the eggs of a downy woodpecker laid in a bluebird’s nest?")

July 12. See A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, July 12

In the still wet road
an insect wing in its mouth
a short-tail shrew dead.

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 © 2009-2026

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