Monday, August 11, 2014

To Assabet Bath.

August 11.
I have heard since the 1st of this month the steady creaking cricket. 

Some are digging early potatoes. 

I notice a new growth of red maple sprouts, small reddish leaves surmounting light-green ones, the old being dark-green. Green lice on birches.

Aster Tradescanti, two or three days in low ground; flowers smaller than A. dumosus, densely racemed, with short peduncles or branchlets, calyx-scales narrower and more pointed.


Ammannia humilis (?) (a new plant), perhaps three weeks at northeast end of Wheeler's brush fence meadow, with small wrinkled yellowish petals with a purplish vein.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, August 11, 1854

Aster tradescanti and dumosus. See August 14, 1856 ("Aster tradescanti, apparently a day or two."); August 5, 1856 ("Aster dumosus, apparently a day or two, with its large conspicuous flower-buds at the end of the branchlets and linear-spatulate involucral scales.")


August 11 See A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, August 11

 

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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