The different cultivated fields are like so many different-colored checkers on a checker-board. The various colors or tints of grasses, especially in cloudy weather, supply the place of light and shade.
I especially notice some very red fields where the red-top grass grows luxuriantly and is now in full bloom, - a red purple, passing into brown. First we had the June grass reddish-brown, and the sorrel red, of June; now the red-top red of July.
For a week past - and looking very closely, for a fortnight or more - the season has had a more advanced look, from the reddening, imbrowning, or yellowing, and ripening of many grasses, so the fields and hillsides present a less liquid green than they did.
The vernal freshness of June is passed.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, July 13, 1860
The vernal freshness of June is passed. See July 13, 1854 ("If there is an interregnum in the flowers, it is when berries begin.") See also July 6, 1851 ("June, the month for grass and flowers, is now past. Now grass is turning to hay, and flowers to fruits."); July 7, 1852 ("And now that there is an interregnum in the blossoming of flowers, so is there in the singing of the birds.")
July 13. See A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, July 13.
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau
"A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality."
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