May 6.
P. M. – To Nut Meadow Brook and Corner Spring.
Choice plum in gardens.
The Salix alba is conspicuous and interesting in the landscape now, some bright yellow, truly golden (staminate?), some greenish, filling the air of causeways with a sweet scent.
The whole landscape is many shades greener for the rain, almost a blue green.
The leafing of the trees has commenced, and the forms of some, accordingly, begin to be defined.
Some, however, like the large maples, elms, etc., look heavy and are defined by their samaræ and not yet by their leaves, which are not comparatively forward.
I perceive the strong odor of horse-mint, rising dark above the brooks.
Hear the loud echoing note of the peet-weet-weet-weet-weet.
Viola cucullata at John Hosmer's ditch by Clamshell Hill.
Four large robin's eggs in an apple tree.
A ground-bird's nest with eggs.
Equisetum sylvaticum in front of Hosmer's Gorge.
I have seen no ducks since I returned from Haverhill on the 29th April.
There are pretty large leaves on the young red maples (which have no flowers), disposed crosswise, as well as on the sugar maple, but not so with larger flowering maples.
The maple-tops begin to look red now with the growing keys, at a distance, — crescents of red.
Uvularia sessilifolia just begun.
Common knawel, apparently for some time, though Bigelow says July (?).
Those long spear-shaped buds of the viburnum have expanded into dark but handsome leaves rather early; probably Viburnum nudum.
As I walk through the village at evening, when the air is still damp after the rainy morning, I perceive and am exhilarated by the sweet scent of expanding leaves.
The woods are beginning to be in the gray now; leaves and flower- buds generally expanding, covered with a mealy or downy web (which now reminds me of those plants like gnaphalium, swathed in cotton), a clean dirt, which whitens the coat of the walker.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, May 6, 1853
The Salix alba is conspicuous and interesting in the landscape now, some bright yellow, truly golden (staminate?), some greenish, filling the air of causeways with a sweet scent.
The whole landscape is many shades greener for the rain, almost a blue green.
The leafing of the trees has commenced, and the forms of some, accordingly, begin to be defined.
Some, however, like the large maples, elms, etc., look heavy and are defined by their samaræ and not yet by their leaves, which are not comparatively forward.
I perceive the strong odor of horse-mint, rising dark above the brooks.
Hear the loud echoing note of the peet-weet-weet-weet-weet.
Viola cucullata at John Hosmer's ditch by Clamshell Hill.
Four large robin's eggs in an apple tree.
A ground-bird's nest with eggs.
Equisetum sylvaticum in front of Hosmer's Gorge.
I have seen no ducks since I returned from Haverhill on the 29th April.
There are pretty large leaves on the young red maples (which have no flowers), disposed crosswise, as well as on the sugar maple, but not so with larger flowering maples.
The maple-tops begin to look red now with the growing keys, at a distance, — crescents of red.
Uvularia sessilifolia just begun.
Common knawel, apparently for some time, though Bigelow says July (?).
Those long spear-shaped buds of the viburnum have expanded into dark but handsome leaves rather early; probably Viburnum nudum.
As I walk through the village at evening, when the air is still damp after the rainy morning, I perceive and am exhilarated by the sweet scent of expanding leaves.
The woods are beginning to be in the gray now; leaves and flower- buds generally expanding, covered with a mealy or downy web (which now reminds me of those plants like gnaphalium, swathed in cotton), a clean dirt, which whitens the coat of the walker.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, May 6, 1853
Spring
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