Saturday, October 3, 2026

September 1856

 


When schools teach colors
fungi should be used by way
of illustration.

You almost envy 
the wood frogs and toads that hop
amid such gems.
~ September 1, 1856

Prepared for strange things
my expectation ripens
to discovery.
~ September 2, 1856

Various berries
sizes forms – elliptical
oblong, globular –
many stages of color.
Viburnum nudum.
~ September 3, 1856

Archangelica –
broad umbelliferous top
on a zigzag stem.
~ September 4, 1856

Women and children
in fields picking hops in the
shade of large white sheets.
~ September 5, 1856

Raspberry in bloom
fruit red and agreeable
but not abundant.
~ September 6, 1856

At Brattleboro
botanizing Whetstone Brook
after the freshet.
~ September 8, 1856

The size of its limbs
the size of its canine teeth
and its great white claws.
~ September 9, 1856

A pair of black hawks
hovering about this cliff –
a new kind to me.
~ September 10, 1856

A fine view of the
Connecticut valley and
Ascutney Mountain.
~ September 11, 1856

Yellow as cool to
the eye as the creak of the
cricket to the ear.
~ September 13, 1856

Ditches now crowded –
how ever unexpected
these later flowers!
~ September 14, 1856

Witch-hazel begun –
it is later with us than
the fringed gentian.
~ September 18, 1856

Huckleberrying –
a month or more for every
man woman and child.
~ September 19, 1856

It is a warm and
very hazy day – wreaths of
mist in horizon.
~ September 21, 1856

You first detect your
own plants when abroad – because
looking for the strange.
~ September 21, 1856

I collect these herbs . . . biding the time when their use shall be discovered. HDT ~ September 22, 1856 tinyurl.com/hdt-560922

A golden-crowned thrush
runs off a few feet as if
she had a nest still.
~ September 25, 1856

Colors through clear air –
the trees and shrubs putting on
their October dress.
~ September 27, 1856

The arum berries
are still fresh and abundant –
perhaps in their prime.
~ September 28, 1856

The desmodium
prophesy the traveller
that will transport seeds.
~ September 29, 1856

Minott said the hay
they got in since the last flood
was good for nothing.
~ September 30, 1856

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