in Thoreau’s Journal:
Of cornels have not seen the dwarf nor the dog wood berries. The alternate leaved with red cymes & round dull (?) blue berries appeared first—then the red osier began to turn bright glass beady amethystine (?) blue mixed with white and is still for the most part green—then the white berried—
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. Everything is done in season, and there is no time to spare. The bird gets its brood hatched in season and is off.