The OEnothera biennis along the railroad now. Do the cars disperse seeds?
The Trichostema dichotomum is quite beautiful now in the cool of the morning.
The epilobium in the woods still.
Now the earliest apples begin to be ripe, but none are so good to eat as some to smell. Some knurly apple which I pick up in the road reminds me by its fragrance of all the wealth of Pomona.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, August 9, 1851
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, August 9, 1851
August 9. See A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, August 9
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 © 2009-2021
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