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Monday, July 27, 2026

A Book of the Seasons: Zizania (Wild Rice)

 [Zizania aquatica var. aquatica (Annual wild rice)]

 I would make a chart of our life,
know why just this circle of creatures
completes the world.
Henry Thoreau, April 18, 1852

 Tall and slender
 zizania panicle 
waving on the shore.

 Annually we 
gather wild rice with grateful 
awe, like Chippewas. 

By the water's edge
the zizania stands still, 
spires empty of grain.


July 22. Zizania, a day, with a handsome light-green panicle a foot or more long, a long slender stem, and corn-like leaves frequently more than an inch wide. July 22, 1854 
July 24. The zizania, some days . . . At least two kinds of grass as tall as the zizania have preceded it along the river. July 24, 1853
July 27 Zizania scarce out some days at least. July 27, 1856
August 6. Interesting here and there the tall and slender zizania waving on the shore, with its light panicle eighteen inches or more in length. August 6, 1854
August 12. Zizania several days. August 12, 1860
August 14.  The zizania now makes quite a show along the river. August 14, 1859

August 15. Wild [rice], apparently in prime. This is quite interesting and handsome, so tall and loose. The lower, spreading and loosely drooping, dangling or blown one side like a flag, staminate branches of its ample panicle are of a lively yellowish green, contrasting with the very distant upright pistillate branches, suggesting a spear with a small flag at the base of its head. It is our wild grain, unharvested. August 15, 1858
August 16. Zizania aquatica, Indian or Canadian rice, or water oats, like slender corn. How long? August 16, 1852
August 18. The zizania on the north side of the river near the Holt, or meadow watering-place, is very conspicuous and abundant. August 18, 1854  
August 20. The zizania is pretty abundant in the river, in rear of Joseph Hosmer's . . . Very many water-plants – pontederias, lilies, zizania, etc., etc. – are now going to seed, prepared to feed the migrating waterfowl, etc. August 20, 1854
August 24. The zizania is the greater part out of bloom; i. e., the yellowish - anthered (?) stamens are gone; the wind has blown them away. August 24, 1858
September 2 We are dwelling amid these wild plants still, we are eating the huckleberries which lately only the Indian ate and dried, we are raising and eating his wild and nutritive maize, and if we have imported wheat, it is but our wild rice, which we annually gather with grateful awe, like Chippewas. September 2, 1856
September 3.  Zizania still. September 3, 1858
September 5.  I find some zizania grains almost black. September 5, 1854
September 15. The grain of the wild rice is all green yet. September 15, 1859
September 16. See no zizania seed ripe, or black, yet, but almost all is fallen. September 16, 1860
September 24. The zizania ripe, shining black, cylindrical kernels, five eighths of an inch long. September 24, 1852
September 25. The zizania fruit is green yet, but mostly dropped or plucked. Does it fall, or do birds pluck it? September 25, 1858
September 30. The wild rice is almost entirely fallen or eaten, apparently by some insect, but I see some green and also black grains left. September 30, 1859
October 25. The sheen on the water blinds my eyes. The zizania stands still, with its slender spires empty of grain, by the water's edge. October 25, 1852

See also:.
Northern woodlands, New England’s Wild Rice ("The season for gathering rice is short, about 10 to 14 days at the beginning of September.")
Vermont Fish and Wildllife Department, Wild Rice Marsh ("Flowers are borne in a large panicle at the top of the plant, with male flowers on the lower spreading branches of the panicle and the female flowers at the top. The dark grain, or caryopsis, of wild rice matures in the early fall")
US Forest Service, Annual Wildrice

Illustration by Adelaide Tyrol


A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Zizania (wild rice)
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 ©  2009-2026

Friday, July 10, 2026

A Book of the Seasons: Green Berries


 I would make a chart of our life,
know why just this circle of creatures
completes the world.
Henry Thoreau, April 18, 1852

It is but a step
from flowers to fruit – the size
of these green berries!

May 19.  With what unobserved secure dispatch nature advances! The amelanchiers have bloomed, and already both kinds have shed their blossoms and show minute green fruit. There is not an instant's pause! May 19, 1854 

May 30.  I see now green high blueberries, and gooseberries in Hubbard's Close, as well as shad-bush berries and strawberries.   May 30, 1854

June 6. The earliest blueberries are now forming as greenberries. June 6, 1852

June 7. I am surprised at the size of green berries, -- shad-bush, low blueberries, choke-cherries, etc., etc. It is but a step from flowers to fruit. June 7, 1854

June 19. Notice green berries, — blueberries and huckleberries. June 19, 1859

June 27.   That tree-like cornel by the Heywood Meadow Brook, now showing green fruit, must be the alternate- leaved cornel. June 27, 1852

Alternate-leaf dogwood
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Partridge-berry
July 10, 2026

Blueberry
July 11, 2026

July 22.  The green berries of the arum are seen . . . and the round green-pea-sized green berries of the axil-flowering Solomon's-seal.  July 22, 1852

July 24. The medeola is still in flower, though with large green berries . . . A spikenard just beyond the spring has already pretty large green berries, though a few flowers. July 24, 1853

August 2. I am not sure but the bunches of the smooth sumach berries are handsomest when but partly turned, the crimson contrasting with the green, the green berries showing a velvety crimson cheek. August 2, 1853

August 27. The Medeola Virginica, cucumber-root, the whorl-leaved plant, is now in green fruit. August 27, 1851

See also 





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 ©  2009-2026

https://tinyurl.com/hdt-greenberries

Sunday, April 12, 2026

A Book of the Seasons: Elms and the Purple Finch


I would make a chart of our life,
know  why just this circle of creatures completes the world.
Observe all kinds of coincidences,
as what kinds of birds come with what flowers.
Henry Thoreau, April 18, 1852

I hear the clear loud
whistle of a purple finch
from the Whiting's elm.

Splendid purple finch –
its glowing redness revealed
when it lifts its wings.
April 12, 1856

The arrival of the purple finches
appears to be coincident with
the blossoming of the elm,
on whose blossom it feeds.



 
April 3.  Going down-town this morning, I am surprised by the rich strain of the purple finch from the elms. Three or four have arrived and lodged against the elms of our street, which runs east and west across their course, and they are now mingling their loud and rich strains with that of the tree sparrows, robins, bluebirds, etc. The hearing of this note implies some improvement in the acoustics of the air. It reminds me of that genial state of the air when the elms are in bloom.  They sit still over the street and make a business of warbling. They advertise me surely of some additional warmth and serenity. How their note rings over the roofs of the village! You wonder that even the sleepers are not awakened by it to inquire who is there, and yet probably not another than myself in all the town observes their coming, and not half a dozen ever distinguished them in their lives. April 3, 1858 

April 4.  Methinks I heard the purple finch. The birds are eager to sing, as the flowers to bloom, after raw weather has held them in check. April 4, 1860

April 6.  The Ulmus Americana is apparently just out here, or possibly yesterday. The U. fulva not yet, of course. The large rusty blossom-buds of the last have been extensively eaten and mutilated, probably by birds, leaving on the branches which I examine mostly mere shells.  April 6, 1858

April 7.  The Cheney elm looks as if it would shed pollen to-morrow.  April 7, 1859 

April 7.  The purple finch, — if not before.  April 7, 1860

April 9.  Elm blossoms now in prime. Their tops heavier against the sky, a rich brown; their outlines further seen. April 9 1853

April 10.  Cheney elm, many anthers shed pollen, probably 7th.  April 10, 1860

April 10.  Purple Finch.  April 10, 1861 

April 11.  I hear the clear, loud whistle of a purple finch, somewhat like and nearly as loud as the robin, from the elm by Whiting's. April 11, 1853

April 12.   Still falls a little snow and rain this morning, though the ground is not whitened. I hear a purple finch, nevertheless, on an elm, steadily warbling and uttering a sharp chip from time to time. April 12, 1855 

April 12.   There suddenly flits before me . . . a splendid purple finch. Its glowing redness is revealed when it lifts its wings.  April 12, 1856 

April 12.   Elm bud-scales have begun to strew the ground, and the trees look richly in flower.  April 12. 1860

April 13.  Snowed all day, till the ground was covered eight inches deep . . . The elm buds begin to show their blossoms.   April 13, 1852

April 13 Heard a purple finch on an elm, like a faint robin. April 13, 1854

April 13.  The streets are strewn with the bud-scales of the elm, which they, opening, have lost off, and their tops present a rich brown already. I hear a purple finch on one.  April 13, 1859 

 April 15The broad flat brown buds on Mr. Cheney's elm, containing twenty or thirty yellowish-green threads, surmounted with little brownish-mulberry cups, which contain the stamens and the two styles, -- these are just expanding or blossoming now. April 15, 1852 

April 15.  I see the white under sides of many purple finches, busily and silently feeding on the elm blossoms within a few feet of me, and now and then their bloody heads and breasts. They utter a faint, clear chip. Their feathers are much ruffled. The arrival of the purple finches appears to be coincident with the blossoming of the elm, on whose blossom it feeds.   April 15, 1854 

April 15.  The purple finch is singing on the elms about the house, together with the robins, whose strain its resembles, ending with a loud, shrill, ringing chili chilt chilt chilt April 15, 1856 

April 16.  Cheney’s elm shows stamens on the warm side pretty numerously.  April 16, 1856 

April 17.  I look up, these snowy days, and see purple finches silently feeding on the elms, when I have heard no sound.  April 17, 1854

April 17.  The flowers of the common elm at Lee’s are now loose and dangling, apparently well out a day or two in advance of Cheney’s, but I see no pollen.  April 17, 1855 

April 21.  The song of the purple finch on the elms (he also frequents firs and spruce) is rich and continuous, like  but fainter and more rapid than, that of a robin, some of the cherruwit in it and a little of the warble of the martin.  April 21, 1854

April 21The puddles have dried off along the road and left thick deposits or water-lines of the dark-purple anthers of the elm, coloring the ground like sawdust. You could collect great quantities of them. April 21, 1858 

April 24.  The elms are now fairly in blossom.  April 24, 1852

May 13.   I suspect the purple finches are all gone within a few days. May 13, 1854

May 24. Hear a purple finch sing more than one minute without pause, loud and rich, on an elm over the street. May 24, 1855

July 7. The purple finch still sings over the street.  July 7, 1856

October 10 There are many small birds in flocks on the elms in Cheney's field, faintly warbling, – robins and purple finches and especially large flocks of small sparrows. October 10, 1853
 


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 ©  2009-2026

https://tinyurl.com/hdt-purplefinch

Friday, April 10, 2026

A Book of the Seasons: the Kingfisher


 
I would make a chart of our life,
know why just this circle of creatures completes the world.
Henry Thoreau, April 18, 1852

A kingfisher flies
in the ricochet manner
across the water.


Its motions when on wing consist of a Series of flaps,
about five or six in number, followed by a direct glide,

without any apparent undulation.
It moves in the same way when flying closely over the water. 

If, in the course of such excursions, the bird passes over a small pool,
it suddenly checks itself in its career, poises itself in the air,

like a Sparrow Hawk or Kestril, and inspects the water beneath,
to discover whether there may be fishes in it suitable to its taste.

Should it find this to be the case, it continues poised for a few seconds,
dashes spirally headlong into the water, seizes a fish,

and alights on the nearest tree or stump,
where it swallows its prey in a moment . . .

It is not unusual to hear the hard, rapid, rattling notes of our Kingfisher,
even amongst the murmuring cascades of our higher mountains.

When the bird is found in such sequestered situations,
well may the angler be assured that trout is abundant. 




April 1. A kingfisher seen and heard. April 1, 1860

April 10.   See a kingfisher flying very low, in the ricochet manner, across the water.  April 10, 1859 

April 11. Saw a kingfisher on a tree over the water. Does not its arrival mark some new movement in its finny prey? He is the bright buoy that betrays it!  April 11, 1856

April 15. See and hear a kingfisher—do they not come with the smooth waters of April? — hurrying over the meadow as if on urgent business.  April 15, 1855

April 17. See several kingfishers.  April 17, 1858

April 22. The bluish band on the breast of the kingfisher leaves the pure white beneath in the form of a heart.   April 22, 1855

April 23.  A kingfisher with his crack, — cr-r-r-rack.  April 23, 1854

April 24. The kingfisher flies with a crack cr-r-r-ack and a limping or flitting flight from tree to tree before us, and finally, after a third of a mile, circles round to our rear. He sits rather low over the water. Now that he has come I suppose that the fishes on which he preys rise within reach. April 24, 1854

April 25. Saw the first kingfisher, and heard his most unmusical note. April 25, 1852

April 30. Hear a kingfisher at Goose Pond. April 30, 1857

May 10. Above the railroad bridge I see a kingfisher twice sustain himself in one place, about forty feet above the meadow, by a rapid motion of his wings, somewhat like a devil's-needle, not progressing an inch, apparently over a fish.  May 10, 1854

June 6.   Hear of a kingfisher's nest, just found in a sand bank behind Abner Buttrick's, with six fresh eggs, of which I have one. The boy said it was six or seven feet deep in the bank. June 6, 1859

June 9. The air is now full of shad-flies, and there is an incessant sound made by the fishes leaping for their evening meal, . . .Meanwhile the kingfishers are on the lookout for the fishes as they rise. I see one dive in the twilight and go off uttering his cr-r-ack, cr-r-rack. June 9, 1854

June 12. Scare a kingfisher on a bough over Walden. As he flies off, he hovers two or three times thirty or forty feet above the pond, and at last dives and apparently catches a fish, with which he flies off low over the water to a tree. June 12, 1854

June 16.  Examined a kingfisher's nest, — though there is a slight doubt if I found the spot. It was formed singularly like that of the bank swallow, i. e. flat-elliptical, some eight inches, as I remember, in the - largest diameter, and located just like a swallow's, in a sand-bank, some twenty inches below the surface. Could feel nothing in it, but it may have been removed. Have an egg from this. June 16, 1859

July 22. Here is a kingfisher frequenting the Corner Brook Pond. They find out such places. July 22, 1852

June 25. I observe many kingfishers at Walden and on the Assabet, very few on the dark and muddy South Branch. June 25, 1854 

July 28. Heard a kingfisher, which had been hovering over the river, plunge forty rods off.  July 28, 1858

August 6. The kingfisher is seen hovering steadily over one spot, or hurrying away with a small fish in his mouth, sounding his alarum nevertheless. August 6, 1858

August 22.  A kingfisher, with his white collar, darted across the river and alighted on an oak. August 22, 1853

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 ©  2009-2026

https://tinyurl.com/hdt-kingfisher

 

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