June 27, 2024
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| June 27, 2014 Р. М. Cliffs via Hubbard meadow. |
Hellebore in full bloom; how long? For the most part does not bloom.
Blueberries pretty numerously ripe on Fair Haven.
P. Hutchinson says that he can remember when haymakers from Sudbury, thirty or forty years ago, used to come down the river in numbers and unite with Concord to clear the weeds out of the river in shallow places and the larger streams emptying in.
H. D Thoreau, Journal, June 27, 1854
Blueberries pretty numerously ripe on Fair Haven. See June 29, 1852 ("Children bring you the early blueberry to sell now. It is considerably earlier on the tops of hills which have been recently cut off than on the plains or invales. The girl that has Indian blood in her veins and picks berries for a living will find them out as soon as they turn."); July 9, 1852 ("These blueberries on Fair Haven have a very innocent, ambrosial taste, as if made of the ether itself, as they plainly are colored with it"); July 26, 1854 ("Almost every bush now offers a wholesome and palatable diet to the wayfarer, — large and dense clusters of Vaccinium vacillans, largest in most moist ground, sprinkled with the red ones not ripe; great high blueberries, some nearly as big as cranberries, of an agreeable acid; huckleberries of various kinds, some shining black, some dull-black, some blue; and low blackberries of two or more varieties"). See also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, The Blueberries
P. Hutchinson says that he can remember when haymakers from Sudbury, thirty or forty years ago, used to come down the river in numbers and unite with Concord to clear the weeds out of the river in shallow places and the larger streams emptying in.
H. D Thoreau, Journal, June 27, 1854
Blueberries pretty numerously ripe on Fair Haven. See June 29, 1852 ("Children bring you the early blueberry to sell now. It is considerably earlier on the tops of hills which have been recently cut off than on the plains or invales. The girl that has Indian blood in her veins and picks berries for a living will find them out as soon as they turn."); July 9, 1852 ("These blueberries on Fair Haven have a very innocent, ambrosial taste, as if made of the ether itself, as they plainly are colored with it"); July 26, 1854 ("Almost every bush now offers a wholesome and palatable diet to the wayfarer, — large and dense clusters of Vaccinium vacillans, largest in most moist ground, sprinkled with the red ones not ripe; great high blueberries, some nearly as big as cranberries, of an agreeable acid; huckleberries of various kinds, some shining black, some dull-black, some blue; and low blackberries of two or more varieties"). See also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, The Blueberries
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