Monday, September 14, 2015

A Book of the Seasons: September 14 (the sound of the flail, New England asters, rhexia, polygala, fringed gentian, frost, a harvest of thought)



The corn-stalks standing
in stacks in long rows along
edges of corn-fields.

With their shrill whistle
tell-tales sailing in a flock
showing their white tails.

Cheered by this aster
let the traveller bethink 
himself        elevate 
and expand his thoughts –
a poet-philosopher
has passed this way.

With cooler weather
green and leafy thoughts acquire
color and flavor.

September 14, 2017

Let the traveller bethink himself, elevate and expand his thoughts somewhat, that his successors may oftener hereafter be cheered by the sight of an Aster Novae-Angliae or spectabilis here and there, to remind him that a poet or philosopher has passed this way. 
cheered by the sight of 
an Aster Novae-Angliae


This morning the first frost.  September 14, 1852



The corn-stalks standing in stacks, in long rows along the edges of the corn-fields, remind me of stacks of muskets. September 14, 1851
 


A flock of thirteen tell tales, great yellow-legs, start up with their shrill whistle from the midst of the great Sudbury meadow, and away they sail in a flock,—a sailing (or skimming) flock, that is something rare methinks, — showing their white tails, to alight in a more distant place. September 13, 1854  

The Bidens Beckii is drowned or dried up, and has given place to  the great bidens the flower and ornament of the riversides at present, and now in its glory . . .Full of the sun. It needs a name. September 13, 1854  

Bidens cernua

Large-flowered bidens,
or beggar-ticks,
or bur-marigold,
now abundant by riverside.

The chalices of the Rhexia Virginica, deer-grass or meadow beauty, are literally little reddish chalices now, though many still have petals, little cream pitchers.September 14, 1851

Rhexia Virginica, deer-grass or meadow beauty, 
(“Its seed-vessels are perfect little cream-pitchers of graceful form.”)

("The Polygala sanguinea, caducous polygala, 
in damp ground, with red or purple heads.")

The caducous polygala in cool places is faded almost white. 
September 14, 1851

The Spiranthes cernua has a sweet scent like the clethra's. September 14, 1859

Spiranthes  cernus
[nodding ladies' tressses orchid]

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Now for the Aster Tradescanti along low roads, like the Turnpike, swarming with butterflies and bees.  September 14, 1856 

How ever unexpected are these later flowers!  September 14, 1856. 
As soon as berries are gone, grapes come. September 14, 1851

Like the fruits, when cooler weather and frosts arrive, we too are braced and ripened. When we shift from the shady to the sunny side of the house, and sit there in an extra coat for warmth, our green and leafy and pulpy thoughts acquire color and flavor, and pechance a sweet nuttiness at last, worth your cracking. September 14, 1859

September 14, 2018



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September 14, 2018


September 14, 2017


September 14, 2022







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 © 2009-2020

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