Thursday, August 21, 2014

I can not find a pitcher-plant with any water in it..

Trillium berries bright red.
August 21.

P. M. — To Conantum via Hubbard Bath. 

The river is warmer than I supposed it would become again, yet not so warm as in July. 

A small, wary dipper, — solitary, dark -colored, diving amid the pads. The same that lingered so late on the Assabet.

Leaves of small hypericums begin to be red. 

Red choke-berries are dried black; ripe some time ago. 

In Hubbard's meadow, between the two woods, I can not find a pitcher-plant with any water in it. 

Some of the Hubbard aster are still left, against the upper Hubbard Wood by the shore, which the mowers omitted.

Have noticed winged grasshoppers or locusts a week or more. 

Spikenard berries are now mahogany-color. 

Trillium berries bright-red. 

The fever-bush berries are partly turned red, perhaps prematurely.

Now, say, is hazelnut time.  

I see robins in small flocks and pigeon woodpeckers with them.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, August 21, 1854

Trillium berries bright red. See August 22, 1852 ("Perhaps fruits are colored like the trillium berry and the scarlet thorn to attract birds to them.”)

In Hubbard's meadow, between the two woods, I can not find a pitcher-plant with any water in it.
See August 22, 1854 ("I find at length a pitcher-plant with a spoonful of water in it. It must be last night's dew."); September 11, 1851("We have had no rain for a week, and yet the pitcher-plants have water in them. Are they ever quite dry? Are they not replenished by the dews always, and, being shaded by the grass, saved from evaporation?") See also November 15, 1857("The water is frozen solid in the leaves of the pitcher plants. "); November 16, 1852 (" At Holden's Spruce Swamp. The water is frozen in the pitcher-plant leaf"); February 11, 1858 ("The water in the pitcher-plant leaves is frozen, but I see none burst. They are very tightly filled and smooth, apparently stretched. ") and see A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, The Purple Pitcher Plant

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