Tuesday, September 8, 2015

A Book of the Seasons: September 8. (the ripening year, grapes)



September 8, 2014
The ripening year 
excites me to a sort of 
autumnal madness . . .

while gathering grapes
all my thoughts break out spotted 
yellow green and brown.


Blue-stem goldenrod September 8, 2017

 September 8, 2019

Grapes ripe on the Assabet for some days. September 8, 1852 

Some goldfinches twitter over, while I am pulling down the vines from the birch tops. September 8, 1854

The witch-hazel on Dwarf Sumach Hill looks as if it would begin to blossom in a day or two. September 8, 1854

Many green-briar leaves are very agreeably thickly spotted now with reddish brown, or fine green on a yellow or green ground, producing a wildly variegated leaf. I have seen nothing more rich. September 8, 1854

Now, while I am gathering grapes, I see them. It excites me to a sort of autumnal madness. My thoughts break out like them, spotted all over, yellow and green and brown. Now for the ripening year! September 8, 1854

I bring home a half-bushel of grapes to scent my chamber with. September 8, 1854




As I paddle home with my basket of grapes in the bow, every now and then their perfume was wafted to me in the stern, and I think that I am passing a richly laden vine on shore.  September 8, 1854

Gather half my grapes, which for some time have perfumed the house. September 8, 1858

Grapes are turning purple, but are not ripe. September 8, 1859

*****

August 30, 1853 ("Grapes are already ripe; I smell them first.")

September 13, 1856 ("Up Assabet. Gather quite a parcel of grapes, quite ripe.. . . the best are more admirable for fragrance than for flavor. Depositing them in the bows of the boat, they fill all the air with their fragrance, as we row along against the wind, as if we were rowing through an endless vineyard in its maturity.")

October 9, 1853 ("I smell grapes, . . . their scent is very penetrating and memorable.")


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 © 2009-2015

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