Thursday, July 6, 2017

The season of small fruits.

July 6.  

Rubus triflorus well ripe. 

The beach plums have everywhere the crescent-shaped mark made by the curculio, — the few that remain on.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, July 6, 1857

Rubus triflorus well ripe. See  June 30, 1854 ("Rubus triflorus berries, some time, — the earliest fruit of a rubus. The berries are very scarce, light red, semitransparent, showing the seed"); July 2, 1851 ("Some of the raspberries are ripe, the most innocent and simple of fruits");  July 11, 1857 ("I see more berries than usual of the Rubus triflorus in the open meadow near the southeast corner of the Hubbard meadow blueberry swamp.. . .They are dark shining red and, when ripe, of a very agreeable flavor and somewhat of the raspberry's spirit.") See also May 21, 1856 ("Rubus triflorus abundantly out at the Saw Mill Brook");  May 29, 1858 ("Rubus triflorus, well out, at Calla Swamp, how long?");  June 7, 1857 ("Rubus triflorus still in bloom");  and also  June 17, 1854 ("[T]he season of small fruits has arrived. ")  July 5, 1852 ("Nature offers fruits now as well as flowers"); July 6, 1851 ("Now grass is turning to hay, and flowers to fruits."); and A Book of the Seasons,  by Henry Thoreau, the Raspberry



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