I would make a chart of our life,
know why just this circle of creatures completes the world.
Henry Thoreau, April 18, 1852
June 13, 2024
Many strawberries
this season, in meadows now –
just fairly begun
June 9. A strawberry half turned on the sand of the causeway side, — the first fruit or berry of the year that I have tasted. June 9, 1854
June 9. Got two or three handfuls of strawberries on Fair Haven . . . Little natural beds or patches on the sides of dry hills, where the fruit sometimes reddens the ground. June 9, 1853
June 10. Ripe strawberries, even in a meadow on sand thrown out of a ditch, hard at first to detect amid the red radical leaves. June 10, 1856
June 13. What a sweetness fills the air now in low grounds or meadows, reminding me of times when I went strawberrying years ago! It is as if all meadows were filled with some sweet mint. June 13, 1852
June 13. Stop to pick strawberries on Fair Haven. June 13, 1854
June 13. Strawberries. June 13, 1858
June 14. As soon as the rain is over I crawl out, straighten my legs, and stumble at once upon a little patch of strawberries within a rod, -- the sward red with them. These we pluck while the last drops are thinly falling. June 14, 1855
June 14. Early strawberries begin to be common. The lower leaves of the plant are red, concealing the fruit. June 14, 1859
June 15. Quite a feast of strawberries on Fair Haven, — the upland strawberry. The largest and sweetest on sand. The first fruit. June 15, 1852
June 15. Strawberries in the meadow now ready for the picker. They lie deep at the roots of the grass in the shade. You spread aside the tall grass, and deep down in little cavities by the roots of the grass you find this rich fruit. June 15, 1853
June 15. How interesting a thin patch of strawberry vines now on a rocky hillside, though the fruit is quite scarce! June 15, 1859
June 17. The season of hope and promise is past; already the season of small fruits has arrived. We are a little saddened, because we begin to see the interval between our hopes and their fulfillment. The prospect of the heavens is taken away, and we are presented only with a few small berries. Before sundown I reach Fair Haven Hill and gather strawberries. I find beds of large and lusty strawberry plants in sprout-lands, but they appear to run to leaves and bear very little fruit, having spent themselves in leaves by the time the dry weather arrives. It is those still earlier and more stinted plants which grow on dry uplands that bear the early fruit, formed before the droughts. But the meadows produce both leaves and fruit. June 17, 1854
June 18. There are many strawberries this season, in meadows now, just fairly begun there. June 18, 1854
June 19. Got quite a parcel of strawberries on the hill. June 19, 1853
June 20. I see where the crickets are eating the wild strawberries. June 20, 1854
July 2. Strawberries in the gardens have passed their prime. July 2, 1851
July 4. Strawberries were abundant by the roadside and in the grass on hillsides everywhere, with the seeds conspicuous, sunk in pits on the surface. July 4, 1858
July 12. I find many strawberries deep in the grass of the meadow near this Hosmer Spring; then proceed on my way with reddened and fragrant fingers, till it gets washed off at new springs. July 12, 1857
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau: Strawberries
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 © 2009-2024
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