River six and one eighth inches below summer level.
Thermometer at
2 P. M., 71°. The winds died away with April.
In the midst of a remarkable
drought. Hear of great fires in the woods up country the past week, it is so
dry. Some farmers plowed around their houses to save them.
P. M. – To Bateman’s
Pond.
Salix alba flower in prime and resounding with the hum of bees on it. The
sweet fragrance fills the air for a long distance. How much the planting of this
willow adds to the greenness and cheerfulness of our landscape at this season!
As I stand on Hunt’s Bridge, I notice the now comparatively dark green of the
canary grass (Phalaris), the coarse grass vigorously springing up on
the muddy islands and edges, the glaucous green of Carex stricta tufts,
and the light yellowish green of the very coarse sedges of the meadow.
Going
over the hill behind S. Brown’s, when we crossed the triangular space between
the roads beyond the pump-maker’s, I saw countless little heaps of sand like
the small ant-hills, but, looking more closely, the size of the holes (a little
less than a quarter of an inch) and the comparative irregularity of the heaps —
as if the sand had been brought forth and dropped in greater quantity at
once — attracted my attention and I found they were the work of bees.
The bees were hovering low over the surface, and were continually entering and issuing from the holes. They were about the size of a honey-bee, black bodied, with, I thought, yellow thighs, -- if it was not pollen. Many of the holes appeared to have been freshly stopped up with granules of moist sand. These holes were made close together in the dry and sandy soil there, with very little grass on it, sloping toward the west, between the roads, and covered a triangular space some seven rods by three. I counted twenty-four in a square foot. There must have been some twenty-five thousand of these nests in all. The surface was yellowed with them. Evidently a kind of mining bee.
The bees were hovering low over the surface, and were continually entering and issuing from the holes. They were about the size of a honey-bee, black bodied, with, I thought, yellow thighs, -- if it was not pollen. Many of the holes appeared to have been freshly stopped up with granules of moist sand. These holes were made close together in the dry and sandy soil there, with very little grass on it, sloping toward the west, between the roads, and covered a triangular space some seven rods by three. I counted twenty-four in a square foot. There must have been some twenty-five thousand of these nests in all. The surface was yellowed with them. Evidently a kind of mining bee.
I see in roadside hard sward, by the
brook beyond, a sedge darker than the stricta and not in tufts, quite short. Is
it the C. vulgaris? Its leading spikes are effete.
Evergreen-forest note.
Some very young oaks — white oak, etc. — in woods begin to leaf.
Hear the first cricket.
The red maples, fruiting now, are in the brick-red state.
Hear the first cricket.
The red maples, fruiting now, are in the brick-red state.
I heard
yesterday one or two warblers. One’s note was, in rhythm, like a very feeble
field sparrow. Was it the redstart? Probably one or two strange warblers now.
Was it not the parti-colored warbler, — with bluish head and yellow beneath,
but not the screeper note, but note ending with a jingle slightly like the
field sparrow?
Meadow fox-tail grass out several days.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, May 10, 1860
The glaucous green of Carex stricta tufts, and the light yellowish green of the very coarse sedges of the meadow. By the brook beyond, a sedge darker than the stricta and not in tufts, quite short. See May 10, 1858 ("That early glaucous, sharp-pointed, erect sedge, grass like, by the riverside is now apparently in prime.") See also June 19, 1859 ("The prevailing sedge of Heywood Meadow by Bartlett Hill-side, that which showed yellow tops in the spring, is the Carex stricta.")
One or two strange warblers now. See April 19, 1854 ("Within a few days the warblers have begun to come."); April 30, 1859 ("This first off-coat warmth just preceding the advent of the swamp warblers (parti-colored, red start, etc.) brings them out."); May 7, 1852 ("For now, before the leaves, they begin to people the trees in this warm weather."); May 11, 1853 ("How many little birds of the warbler family are busy now about the opening buds, while I sit by the spring! They are almost as much a part of the tree as its blossoms and leaves. They come and give it voice. "); May 15, 1859 (“Now, when the warblers begin to come in numbers with the leafing of the trees, the woods are so open that you can easily see them. ”);May 15, 1860 ("Deciduous woods now swarm with migrating warblers, especially about swamps.”);May 18, 1856 ("The swamp is all alive with warblers about the hoary expanding buds of oaks, maples, etc., and amid the pine and spruce."); May 23, 1857("This is the time and place to hear the new-arriving warblers, the first fine days after the May storm. When the leaves generally are just fairly expanding,")
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 © 2009-2021
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