Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Full moon; by boat to Hubbard's Bend.

July 8

Saturday. P. M. – To Assabet Bathing Place. The 4th and 5th were the hot bathing days thus far; thermometer at 98 and 96 respectively. 

July 8, 2018

8 p. m. — Full moon; by boat to Hubbard's Bend. There is wind , making it cooler and keeping off fog, delicious on water.

The moon reflected from the rippled surface like a stream of dollars. I hear a few toads still. See a bat; how long? The bullfrogs trump from time to time. The whip-poor-wills are heard, and the baying of dogs.

The Rosa nitida I think has been some time done; the lucida generally now ceasing, and the Carolina (?) just begun . 

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, July 8, 1854

The moon reflected from the rippled surface like a stream of dollars.  See June 13, 1851 (“I see reflections of the moon seeming to slide along a few inches with each wave before they are extinguished like so many lustrous burnished coins poured from a bag. ”)

The Rosa nitida I think has been some time done. See July 4, 1852 ("The Rosa nitida appears to be now out of bloom."); July 5, 1854 ("Rosa Carolina, apparently a day or two, Corner causeway; dull leaves with fine serrations, twenty-five to thirty, plus, on a side,  and narrow closed stipules."); July 11, 1854 ("The Rosa lucida still common.")' See also  A Book of the Seasons,  by Henry Thoreau, The Wild Rose

July 8. See A Book of the Seasons by Henry Thoreau, July 8

The moon reflected
from the rippled surface like
a stream of dollars.

 A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Full moon; by boat to Hubbard's Bend.
 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 ©  2009-2025

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all hot and sweaty the air is muggy covered with bug dope and sweat. skin all itchy happy as punch at the top of the view watching a sunset  and clouds roll by the crows call a convention a junco comes to see us the black throated green and hermits happy as punch i go down to the clearing pick a handful of raspberries, offer them to jane, and eat.



I go down to the
clearing pick a handful of
raspberries and eat.

zphx July 8, 2013

Now happy as punch
we go down to the clearing
and pick raspberries

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