Saturday, July 10, 2010

To Pleasant Meadow



Jully 10, 2014



2 p. m. — To Pleasant Meadow via Lincoln Bridge. 

The Festuca ovina is a peculiar light-colored, whitish grass, as contrasted with the denser dark-green sod of pastures; as on the swells by the tin-hole near Brister's. 

Entering J. Baker's great mud-hole, this cloudy, cool afternoon, I was exhilarated by the mass of cheerful bright-yellowish light reflected from the sedge (Carex Pennsylvanica) growing densely on the hillsides laid bare within a year or two there. 

It is of a distinct cheerful yellow color even this overcast day, even as if they were reflecting a bright sunlight, though no sun is visible. It is surprising how much this will light up a hillside or upland hollow or plateau, and when, in a clear day, you look toward the sun over it late in the afternoon, the scene is incredibly bright and elysian. 

These various lights and shadows of the grass make the charm of a walk at present. 

I find in this mud-hole a new grass, Eatonia Pennsylvanica, two and a half feet high. 

Juncus, apparently marginatus, say ten days.


H. D. Thoreau, Journal, July 10, 1860

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