Friday, July 10, 2026

A Book of the Seasons: Green Berries


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

It is but a step
from flowers to fruit – the size
of these green berries!

May 19.  With what unobserved secure dispatch nature advances! The amelanchiers have bloomed, and already both kinds have shed their blossoms and show minute green fruit. There is not an instant's pause! May 19, 1854 

May 30.  I see now green high blueberries, and gooseberries in Hubbard's Close, as well as shad-bush berries and strawberries.   May 30, 1854

June 6. The earliest blueberries are now forming as greenberries. June 6, 1852

June 7. I am surprised at the size of green berries, -- shad-bush, low blueberries, choke-cherries, etc., etc. It is but a step from flowers to fruit. June 7, 1854

June 19. Notice green berries, — blueberries and huckleberries. June 19, 1859

June 27.   That tree-like cornel by the Heywood Meadow Brook, now showing green fruit, must be the alternate- leaved cornel. June 27, 1852

Alternate-leaf dogwood
July 10, 2026
Partridge-berry
July 10, 2026
July 22.  The green berries of the arum are seen . . . and the round green-pea-sized green berries of the axil-flowering Solomon's-seal.  July 22, 1852

July 24. The medeola is still in flower, though with large green berries . . . A spikenard just beyond the spring has already pretty large green berries, though a few flowers. July 24, 1853

August 2. I am not sure but the bunches of the smooth sumach berries are handsomest when but partly turned, the crimson contrasting with the green, the green berries showing a velvety crimson cheek. August 2, 1853

August 27. The Medeola Virginica, cucumber-root, the whorl-leaved plant, is now in green fruit. August 27, 1851

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 ©  2009-2026

https://tinyurl.com/hdt-greenberries

Friday, June 12, 2026

A Book of the Seasons: Blue-eyed Grass

 

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

The blue-eyed grass is
one of the most beautiful of flowers . . .
It will bear to be praised by poets. 

Flowers were made to be seen,
not overlooked. Their bright colors
imply eyes, spectators. 
June 15, 1852

Blue patches began to appear,
answering to the blue sky.
June 17. 1853

May 27.  Blue-eyed grass out. May 27, 1859

May 29. Barberry in bloom, wild pinks, and blue-eyed grass May 29, 1852

May 29. That exceedingly neat and interesting little flower blue-eyed grass now claims our attention. May 29, 1853

May 29.  Blue-eyed grass, probably to-morrow. May 29, 1856

May 31.  Blue-eyed grass, apparently in pretty good season. May 31, 1854

June 6. Blue-eyed grass maybe several days in some places.  June 6, 1855

June 12.   The blue-eyed grass is one of the most beautiful of flowers. It might have been famous from Proserpine down. It will bear to be praised by poets.  June 12, 1852

June 15. The blue-eyed grass, well named, looks up to heaven. June 15, 1851

June 15. The fields are blued with blue-eyed grass, — a slaty blue. June 15, 1852

June 15. Blue-eyed grass at height. June 15, 1859 

June 17. The dense fields of blue-eyed grass now blue the meadows, as if, in this fair season of the year, the clouds that envelop the earth were dispersing, and blue patches began to appear, answering to the blue sky. The eyes pass from these blue patches into the surrounding green as from the patches of clear sky into the clouds. June 17. 1853

June 19.  I see large patches of blue-eyed grass in the meadow across the river from my window. June 19, 1853 

June 20.  The blue-eyed grass is shut up. When does it open? June 20, 1852

June 26. The blue-eyed grass, now in its prime, occupies the drier and harder parts of the meadow, where I can walk dry-shod, but where the coarser sedge grows and it is lower and wetter there is none of it. I keep dry by following this blue guide, and the grass is not very high about it. You cross the meadows dry-shod by following the winding lead of the blue-eyed grass, which grows only on the firmer, more elevated, and drier parts. June 26, 1860

July 3.   I noticed the other day, I think the 30th, a large patch of Agrostis scabrain E. Hosmer's meadow, — the firmer ridges, — a very interesting purple with its fine waving top, mixed with blue-eyed grass.  July 3, 1859

July 6. Blue-eyed grass is now rarely seen. July 6, 1851

August 13.  Some of the little cranberries at Gowing's Swamp appear to have been frost-bitten. Also the blue-eyed grass, which is now black-topped.  August 13, 1860

August 25. Blue-eyed grass still. August 25, 1851

August 30. Blue-eyed grass still.  August 30, 1854

September 11. Blue-eyed grass still. September 11, 1851

September 23.  So live that only the most beautiful wild-flowers will spring up where you have dwelt, – harebells, violets, and blue-eyed grass. September 23, 1859

See also Northern Woodlands, The Blue-eyed Grasses

A Book of the Seasons,  by Henry Thoreau,  Blue-eyed 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 ©  2009-2026

Thursday, June 11, 2026

A Book of the Seasons: the Hawkweeds (hieracium)


I would make a chart of our life,
know why just this circle of creatures
completes the world.

Henry Thoreau, April 18, 1852

[Hawkweeds] suggest a history to nature,
a natural history in a new sense.

June 11. The veiny-leaved hieracium with one leaf on its stem, not long open. June 11, 1856

June 15. The Hieracium venosum, veiny-leaved hawkweed, with its yellow blossoms in the woodland path. June 15, 1851

June 23.  Veiny-leaved hawkweed, how long? June 23, 1858 

June 23.  Veiny-leaved hawkweed freshly out.  June 23, 1859 

July 17. I think we have no Hieracium Gronovii, though one not veined always and sometimes with two or more leaves on stem.  July 17, 1853

July 21. The rough hawkweed, too, resembling in its flower the autumnal dandelion. July 21, 1851 

July 25. The Hieracium Canadense grows by the road fence in Potter's hydrocotyle field, some seven or eight inches high, in dense tufts! July 25, 1856 

July 28What is that slender hieracium or aster-like plant in woods on Corner road with lanceolate, coarsely feather-veined leaves, sessile and remotely toothed; minute, clustered, imbricate buds (?) or flowers and buds? Panicled hieracium? July 28, 1852

July 28. That low hieracium, hairy, especially the lower part, with several hairy, obovate or oblanceolate leaves, remotely, very slightly, toothed, and glandular hairs on peduncles and calyx, a few heads, some days at least. July 28, 1853 

July 29 What I have called Hieracium Gronovii. . . has achenia like H. venosum; so I will give it up.  July 29, 1856  [“Hieracium gronovii  has not been recorded from Middlesex County, Massachusetts" ~ Vascular Flora of Concord, Massachusetts]

July 31. Hieracium paniculatum by Gerardia quercifolia path in woods under Cliffs, two or three days.  July 31, 1856 

August 1. Hieracium Canadense, apparently a day or two.  August 1, 1854 

August 5. The Hieracium scabrum is just opening.  August 5, 1852

August 6. Hieracium paniculatum. August 6, 1852

August 6.  Hieracium scabrous. August 6, 1856

August 8.  Also rough hawkweed. August 8, 1853

August 9. The Hieracium Canadense is out and is abundant at Peter's well.  August 9, 1853

August 17. Hieracium Canadense. August 17, 1856

August 21. Hieracium paniculatum, a very delicate and slender hawkweed  August 21, 1851 

August 21.  I have now found all the hawkweeds. Singular these genera of plants, plants manifestly related yet distinct. They suggest a history to nature, a natural history in a new sense.  August 21, 1851 

September 1. The Hieracium Canadense is, methinks, the largest and handsomest flower of its genus, large as the fall dandelion; the paniculatum the most delicate. September 1, 1853

September 20.  Hieracium down is in the air. September 20, 1852

October 2.  The veiny-leaved hawkweed in blossom (again?). October 2, 1852

October 2.  Hieracium Canadense still quite fresh, with its very pretty broad strap-shaped rays, broadest at the end, alternately long and short, with five very regular sharp teeth in the end of each. October 2, 1856 

October 6.  I notice Hieracium paniculatum and scabrum in dark, low wood-paths, turned a hoary white.  October 6, 1858

October 11.  Hieracium venosum still. October 11, 1856 

October 23. Also a hieracium quite freshly bloomed, but with white, bristly leaves and smooth stem, about twenty-flowered; peduncles and involucres glandular-hairy. Is it Gronovii or veiny-leaved? Almost as slender as the panicled.   October 23, 1853 

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

Wednesday, May 13, 2026

A Book of the Seasons: The Scarlet Tanager in May

 

I would make a chart of our life,
know why just this circle of creatures completes the world.
Observe all kinds of coincidences,
as what kinds of birds come with what flowers.
Henry Thoreau, April 18, 1852


Surprising red bird – 
a tanager against the 
darkening green leaves.

It appears as if 
he loved to contrast himself 
with the green forest. 

May 13.  Methinks I hear and see the tanager now. May 13, 1853

May 14.  C. sees the chestnut-sided warbler and the tanager to-day, and heard a whip-poor-will last night.  May 14, 1860

May 15.  As I sat by the Riordan crossing, thought it was the tanager I heard? . . . it must have been a tanager, which I hear frequently the 19th.   May 15, 1856

May 16.  Hear a tanager to-day, and one was seen yesterday.  May 16, 1859 

May 18. The scarlet tanagers are come. May 18, 1851

May 19. The tanager is now heard plainly and frequently. May 19, 1856

May 20.  Saw a tanager in Sleepy Hollow. It most takes the eye of any bird. You here have the red-wing reversed, – the deepest scarlet of the red-wing spread over the whole body, not on the wing-coverts merely, while the wings are black. It flies through the green foliage as if it would ignite the leaves. May 20, 1853

May 20.  See tanagers, male and female, in the top of a pine, one red, other yellow, from below. We have got to these high colors among birds. May 20, 1858

May 21.  A tanager, – the surprising red bird, – against the darkening green leaves. May 21, 1854

May 22.  Hear the hoarse note of the tanager and the sweet pe-a-wai. May 22, 1853

May 23. At Loring's Wood I hear and see a tanager. How he enhances the wildness and wealth of the woods! That contrast of a red bird with the green pines and the blue sky! Even when I have heard his note and look for him and find the fellow sitting on a dead twig of a pine, I am always startled. (They seem to love the darkest and thickest pines.) That incredible red, with the green and blue. I am transported; these are not the woods I ordinarily walk in. May 23, 1853

May 24As I sit just above the northwest end of the Cliff, I see a tanager perched on one of the topmost twigs of a hickory, evidently come to spy after me, peeping behind a leafet. He is between me and the sun, and his plumage is incredibly brilliant, all aglow. It a deep scarlet (with a yellower reflection when the sun strikes him), in the midst of which his pure-black wings look high-colored also. You can hardly believe that a living creature can wear such colors. A hickory, too, is the fittest perch for him. May 24, 1860

May 28.  I see a tanager, the most brilliant and tropical-looking bird we have, bright-scarlet with black wings, the scarlet appearing on the rump again between wing-tips. He brings heat, or heat him. A remarkable contrast with the green pines. At this distance he has the aspect and manners of a parrot, with a fullness about the head and throat and beak, indolently inspecting the limbs and twigs —leaning over to it — and sitting still a long time. The female, too, is a neat and handsome bird, with the same indolent ways, but very differently colored from the male; all yellow below with merely dusky wings, and a sort of clay(?)-color on back. May 28, 1855

May 29. At A. Hosmer's hill on the Union Turnpike I see the tanager hoarsely warbling in the shade; the surprising red bird, a small morsel of Brazil, advanced picket of that Brazilian army. But no more shall we see; it is only an affair of out-posts.  It appears as if he loved to contrast himself with the green of the forest. May 29, 1853


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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Tuesday, April 28, 2026

A Book of the Seasons: the Black and White Creeper

  


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



I hear first to-day 
the seezer seezer of the 
black and white creeper.

 The seezer seezer seezer
of the black and white creeper,
suggesting still warmer weather,
—that the season has revolved so much further. 
 
The Black-and-white Creeper . . . has a few notes, consisting of a series of rapidly enunciated tweets, the last greatly prolonged. It climbs and creeps along the trunks, the branches, and even the twigs of the trees, without intermission, and so seldom perches, that I do not remember ever having seen it in such a position.  ~ J. J. Audubon


April 27.  I hear the black and white creeper's note, — seeser seeser seeser se . . . Hear a faint sort of oven-bird's note.  April 27, 1854 

April 27.  The black and white creepers running over the trunks or main limbs of red maples and uttering their fainter oven-bird—like notes. April 27, 1855
 
April 28. I hear to-day frequently the seezer seezer seezer of the black and white creeper, or what I have referred to that, from J. P. Brown’s wood bounding on Dugan. It is not a note, nor a bird, to attract attention; only suggesting still warmer weather, —that the season has revolved so much further.  April 28, 1856   
 
April 29. See and hear a black and white creeper. April 29, 1859

May 1.  I hear a black and white creeper at the Cliffs, and a chewink. May 1, 1853
 
May 3. That oven-birdish note which I heard here on May 1st I now find to have been uttered by the black and white warbler or creeper. He has a habit of looking under the branches. May 3, 1852
 
May 3. Probably I heard the black and white creeper April 25th. I hear it and see it well to-day.  May 3, 1858

May 4.  The black and white creeper is hopping along the oak boughs, head downward, pausing from time to time to utter its note like a fine, delicate saw-sharpening; and ever and anon rises clear over all the smooth, rich melody of the wood thrush. May 4, 1853
 
May 4. I hear the weese wese wese of the creeper continually from the swamp. It is the prevailing note there.  May 4, 1858

May 6.  A creeper (black and white) yesterday. May 6, 1860

May 7.  I hear the evergreen-forest note close by; and hear and see many myrtle-birds, at the same time that I hear what I have called the black and white creeper’s note. Have I ever confounded them? May 7, 1856
 
May 9. Black and white creeper's fine note. May 9, 1857
 
May 11. The black and white creeper also is descending the oaks, etc., and uttering from time to time his seeser seeser seeser. What a rich, strong striped blue-black (?) and white bird, much like the myrtle-bird at a little distance, when the yellow of the latter is not seen.  May 11, 1856 

May 12. Watch a black and white creeper from Bittern Cliff, a very neat and active bird, exploring the limbs on all sides and looking three or four ways almost at once for insects. Now and then it raises its head a little, opens its bill, and, without closing it, utters its faint seeser seeser seeser. May 12, 1855

May 12. We sit about half an hour, and it is surprising what various distinct sounds we hear there deep in the wood, as if the aisles of the wood were so many ear trumpets,-- the cawing of crows, the peeping of hylas in the swamp and perhaps the croaking of a tree-toad, the oven-bird, the yorrick of Wilson’s thrush, a distant stake-driver, the night-warbler and black and white creeper, the lowing of cows, the late supper horn, the voices of boys, the singing of girls, -- not all together but separately, distinctly, and musically, from where the partridge and the red-tailed hawk and the screech owl sit on their nests. May 12, 1855 

May 13. The black and white creeper is musical nowadays. May 13, 1854
 
May 15. Watch a pine warbler on a pitch pine, slowly and faithfully searching it creeper-like. It encounters a black and white creeper on the same tree; they fly at each other, and the latter leaves, apparently driven off by the first.  May 15, 1855

May 27. Hear a black and white creeper sing, ah vee vee, vee vee, vitchet vitchet vitchet vitchet. May 27, 1859
 
May 30.  In the midst of the shower, though it was not raining very hard, a black and white creeper came and inspected the limbs of a tree before my rock, in his usual zigzag, prying way, head downward often, and when it thundered loudest, heeded it not. Birds appear to be but little incommoded by the rain. Yet they do not often sing in it. May 30, 1857  
 
June 4.  See a warbler much like the black and white creeper, but perched warbler-like on trees; streaked slate, white, and black, with a large white and black mark on wing, crown divided by a white line and then chestnut (?) or slate or dark, and then white above and below eye, breast and throat streaked downward with dark, rest beneath white. Can it be the common black and white creeper? Its note hardly reminds me of that. It is somewhat like pse pse pse pse, psa psa, weese weese weese, or longer. It did not occur to me that it was the same till I could not find any other like this in the book. June 4, 1855

June 15.  At the Assabet Spring I must have been near a black and white creeper's nest. It kept up a constant chipping. June 15, 1854
 
August 18. See black and white creeper. August 18, 1856


 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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