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
The air of late is
cooler clearer autumnal
now after the rain.
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| September 2, 2016 |
It is always essential that we love to do what we are doing, do it with a heart. September 2, 1851
There is a stillness in nature for want of singing birds, commenced a month or more ago; only the crickets’ louder creak to supply their place. September 2, 1852
Bathe at Hubbard’s. The water is surprisingly cold on account of the cool weather and rain, but especially since the rain of yesterday morning. It is a very important and remarkable autumnal change. It will not be warm again probably. September 2, 1854
The first coolness is welcome, so serious and fertile of thought. September 2, 1851
Bathe at Hubbard’s. The water is surprisingly cold on account of the cool weather and rain, but especially since the rain of yesterday morning. It is a very important and remarkable autumnal change. It will not be warm again probably. September 2, 1854
The first coolness is welcome, so serious and fertile of thought. September 2, 1851
Now, after the first rain raising the river, the first assault on the summer's sluggishness, the air is of late cooler and clearer, autumnal, September 2, 1859
May 6, 1854 ("Every important worker will report what life there is in him.”)
It commonly chances that I make my most interesting botanical discoveries when I am in a thrilled and expectant mood. . . .My expectation ripens to discovery. I am prepared for strange things. September 2, 1856
The dense oval bunches of arum berries now startle the walker in swamps. They are a brilliant vermilion on a rich ground. September 2, 1853
Large yellow birches branch low and form a dense broom-like head of many long tapering branches. September 2, 1857
The autumnal dandelion is conspicuous on the shore. September 2, 1854
The sarothra grows thickly, and is now abundantly in bloom, on denuded places, i.e., where the sod and more or less soil has been removed, by sandy roadsides. September 2, 1859
The dense oval bunches of arum berries now startle the walker in swamps. They are a brilliant vermilion on a rich ground. September 2, 1853
Large yellow birches branch low and form a dense broom-like head of many long tapering branches. September 2, 1857
The autumnal dandelion is conspicuous on the shore. September 2, 1854
The sarothra grows thickly, and is now abundantly in bloom, on denuded places, i.e., where the sod and more or less soil has been removed, by sandy roadsides. September 2, 1859
Solidago nemoralis apparently in prime, and S. stricta . . . johnswort, now merely lingering. September 2, 1860
Some bass trees blossomed sparingly after all, for I see some fruit. September 2, 1857
The maple-leaved viburnum berries are a dark purple or black now. September 2, 1853
The medeola berries are now dull glossy and almost blue-black; about three, on slender threads one inch long, arising in the midst of the cup formed by the purple bases of the whorl of three upper leaves. September 2, 1853
Some of the small early blueberry bushes are a clear red (Vaccinium Pennsylvanicum), and the lingering clusters of blueberries contrast strangely with the red leaves of the V. vacillans. September 2, 1856
I feel this difference between great poetry and small: that in the one, the sense outruns and overflows the words; in the other, the words the sense. September 2, 1856
We cannot write well or truly but what we write with gusto . . . Expression is the act of the whole man . . . A writer, a man writing, is the scribe of all nature; he is the corn and the grass and the atmosphere writing. September 2, 1851
Some bass trees blossomed sparingly after all, for I see some fruit. September 2, 1857
The maple-leaved viburnum berries are a dark purple or black now. September 2, 1853
The medeola berries are now dull glossy and almost blue-black; about three, on slender threads one inch long, arising in the midst of the cup formed by the purple bases of the whorl of three upper leaves. September 2, 1853
Some of the small early blueberry bushes are a clear red (Vaccinium Pennsylvanicum), and the lingering clusters of blueberries contrast strangely with the red leaves of the V. vacillans. September 2, 1856
I feel this difference between great poetry and small: that in the one, the sense outruns and overflows the words; in the other, the words the sense. September 2, 1856
We cannot write well or truly but what we write with gusto . . . Expression is the act of the whole man . . . A writer, a man writing, is the scribe of all nature; he is the corn and the grass and the atmosphere writing. September 2, 1851
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| September 2, 2015 |
September 2, 2014
May 6, 1854 ("Every important worker will report what life there is in him.”)
June 3, 1857 (“The bass at the Island will not bloom this year. (?)”)
July 9, 1857 ( I see no flowers on the bass trees by this river this year, nor at Conantum.”)
August 12, 1856 (“The sarothra — as well as small hypericums generally — has a lemon scent.”)
August 16, 1856 ("By the discovery of one new plant all bounds seem to be infinitely removed“)
August 27, 1851 ("The Medeola Virginica, cucumber-root, the whorl-leaved plant, is now in green fruit.")
August 30, 1856 ("The sarothra is now apparently in prime on the Great Fields, and comes near being open now, at 3 p. m. Bruised, it has the fragrance of sorrel and lemon, rather pungent or stinging, like a bee.”)
September 1, 1859 ("The autumnal dandelion is a prevailing flower now, but since it shuts up in the afternoon it might not be known as common unless you were out in the morning or in a dark afternoon")
This beautiful spot
at the top of the moss trail
clear September day
The shadows lengthen —
sun flashes between the trees
walking briskly home.
~zphx20160902
September 3, 1860 ("Here is a beautiful, and perhaps first decidedly autumnal, day, -- a, cloudless sky, a clear air, with, maybe, veins of coolness”)
September 6, 1858 ("Solidago nemoralis is apparently in prime on Lupine Hill; some of it past. It is swarming with butterflies, — yellow, small red, and large, — fluttering over it")
September 7, 1858 ("It is an early September afternoon, melting warm and sunny; the thousands of grasshoppers leaping before you reflect gleams of light; a little distance off the field is yellowed with a Xerxean army of Solidago nemoralis between me and the sun")
September 28, 1856 (“The arum berries are still fresh and abundant, perhaps in their prime. . . .It is one of the most remarkable and dazzling, if not the handsomest, fruits we have.”)
October 18, 1855 (“Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence.”)
November 4, 1858 ("We cannot see any thing until we are possessed with the idea of it, and then we can hardly see anything else. In my botanical rambles I find that first the idea, or image, of a plant occupies my thoughts, though it may at first seem very foreign to this locality, and for some weeks or months I go thinking of it and expecting it unconsciously, and at length I surely see it, and it is henceforth an actual neighbor of mine. This is the history of my finding a score or more of rare plants which I could name.”)
November 18, 1857 "Each man's necessary path, though as obscure and apparently uneventful as that of a beetle in the grass, is the way to the deepest joys he is susceptible of”)
January 23, 1858. (" It is in vain to write on the seasons unless you have the seasons in you.")
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| September 2, 2017 |
If you make the least correct
observation of nature this year,
you will have occasion to repeat it
with illustrations the next,
and the season and life itself is prolonged.
September 1 <<<<<<<<<< September 2 >>>>>>>>>>> September 3
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, September 2
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
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