Dog-days turned rainy.

July 31, 2015

July 31.

Our dog-days seem to be turned to a rainy season. 

Mr. Derby, whose points of compass I go to regulate, tells me that he remembers when it rained for three weeks in haying time every day but Sundays. 

Rode to J. Farmer’s. He says that on a piece of an old road on his land, discontinued forty years ago, for a distance of forty rods which he plowed, he found two or three dollars in small change. Among the rest he showed me an old silver piece about as big as a ten cent-piece, with the word skilli, etc., etc., on it, apparently a Danish shilling?

Tree-toads sing more than before. 

Have observed the twittering over of goldfinches for a week.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, July 31, 1855

Have observed the twittering over of goldfinches for a week. See July 31, 1859 ("The goldfinch's note, the cool watery twitter, is more prominent now.")