A Book of the Seasons: July 6.

July 6

July 6, 2018

The grass in the fields and meadows is not so fresh and fair as it was a fortnight ago. It is dryer and riper and ready for the mowers. Now June is past. June is the month for grass and flowers. Now grass is turning to hay, and flowers to fruits.  Already I gather ripe blueberries on the hills. 

Grass and flowers pass.

Now grass is turning to hay, 

and flowers to fruits. 

July 6, 1851

When we looked up in

the night we saw the stars were

bright as in winter

July 6, 1858

For a week or more

grass now seriously in the

way of the walker.

July 6, 1859

Rained last night as well

as all yesterday and some

of the night before.

July 6, 1860

Grass and flowers pass.

Now grass is turning to hay

and flowers to fruits.

July 6, 1861

July 6, 2015

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 © 2009-2023