The year is but a succession of days,
and I see that I could assign some office to each day
which, summed up, would be the history of the year.
Henry Thoreau, August 24, 1852
Early raspberries –
light red semitransparent
showing the seed — scarce.
The nature lover
preeminently is a
lover of man.
Two men spoke of loon’s
eggs on a rocky isle in
Little Quitticus.
June 30, 1856
The pads blown up by
cooler northerly wind show
crimson already.
Coolness continues
and the sky is full of clouds
but it does not rain.
Brilliant and fair the
fields woods and meadows seen through
sparkling breezy air.
Shadows under the
edge of woods are less noticed
now woods are darker.
June 30, 1860
See a haymaker
with suspenders crossed before
as well as behind.
Rubus triflorus berries, some time, — the earliest fruit of a rubus.The berries are very scarce, light red, semitransparent, showing the seed, — a few (six to ten) large shining grains and rather acid. June 30, 1854
Two men spoke of loon’s eggs on a rocky isle in Little Quitticus. June 30, 1856
The pads blown up by it already show crimson, it is so strong, but this not a fall phenomenon yet. June 30, 1859
It is a world of glossy leaves and grassy fields and meads. June 30, 1860
The foliage of deciduous trees is now so nearly as dark as evergreens that I am not struck by the contrast. June 30, 1860
The shadows under the edge of woods are less noticed now because the woods themselves are darker. June 30, 1860
Seen through this clear, sparkling, breezy air, the fields, woods, and meadows are very brilliant and fair. June 30, 1860
The pads blown up by it already show crimson, it is so strong, but this not a fall phenomenon yet. June 30, 1859
The coolness continues, and this morning the sky is full of clouds, but they look to me like dog-day clouds and not rain-threatening. June 30, 1857
It is a world of glossy leaves and grassy fields and meads. June 30, 1860
The foliage of deciduous trees is now so nearly as dark as evergreens that I am not struck by the contrast. June 30, 1860
The shadows under the edge of woods are less noticed now because the woods themselves are darker. June 30, 1860
Seen through this clear, sparkling, breezy air, the fields, woods, and meadows are very brilliant and fair. June 30, 1860
Haying has commenced. June 30,1851
Haying has commenced. June 30, 1852
Moon nearly full; rose a little before sunset . . . At first a mere white cloud. June 30, 1852
It is starlight about half an hour after sunset to-night; i. e. the first stars appear. June 30, 1852
The moon is now brighter, but not so yellowish. June 30, 1852
Ten or fifteen minutes after, the fireflies are observed, at first about the willows on the Causeway, where the evening is further advanced. June 30, 1852
Haying has commenced. June 30, 1852
Saw a haymaker with his suspenders crossed before as well as behind. A valuable hint, which I think I shall improve upon, June 30, 1856
I see the farmers in distant fields cocking their hay now at six o'clock. June 30,1851
The day has been so oppressively warm that some workmen have lain by at noon, and the haymakers are mowing now in the early twilight. June 30,1851
The day has been so oppressively warm that some workmen have lain by at noon, and the haymakers are mowing now in the early twilight. June 30,1851
Moon nearly full; rose a little before sunset . . . At first a mere white cloud. June 30, 1852
It is starlight about half an hour after sunset to-night; i. e. the first stars appear. June 30, 1852
The moon is now brighter, but not so yellowish. June 30, 1852
Ten or fifteen minutes after, the fireflies are observed, at first about the willows on the Causeway, where the evening is further advanced. June 30, 1852
It is Sunday night. After dinner we walk to the view and back. The sun is setting through the trees at the house. On the trail in the woods and on the cliffs are those orangey spots. But it has set well before we get there I’m surprised the air is so clear and clean a pleasant northwest wind at thunderhead perhaps on the north horizon. The sun is setting orange. Dirty orange and one moment I think I see different layers of orange I get one good picture that captures the colors. We sit longer than planned then head back the usual way in the dusk without headlamps And press it all the way home after dark using the luminescent paint along the trails to guide us now accompanied by a myriad fireflies We would never seen the fireflies dancing in the woods and over the trail using a headlamp
June 30, 2019
Fireflies in the night
dance in the woods and trails– we
walk without headlight
June 30, 2019
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, June 30A 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 © 2009-2022
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