May 28, 1853

 in Thoreau’s Journal:


This warm hazy afternoon the sun is shorn of his beams now at six o clock––& the lupines do not look so well for it––


their lilac tints show best looking at them towards the sun for they are transparent.

May 26th

in Thoreau’s Journal:



The air is full of the odor of apple blossoms— Yet the air is fresh as from the salt water. The meadow smells sweet as you go along low places in the road at sundown.



A new season has commenced – summer- leafy June….The buttercups in the churchyard are now in perfection.



The season of grass, now everywhere green and luxuriant.

May 25, 1853

 in Thoreau’s Journal:  

Within the last week or so the grass & leaves have grown many shades darker––& if we had leaped from last wednesday to this we should have been startled by the change—the dark bluish green of the rank grass especially.  How rapidly the young twigs shoot—the plants trees—shrubs—no sooner leaf out than they shoot forward surprisingly as if they had acquired a head by being repressed so long.

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They do not grow nearly so rapidly at any season. Many do most of the growing for the year in a week or two at this season. They shoot—they spring & the rest of the year they harden & mature.  & perhaps have a 2nd spring in the later part of the summer or in the fall.

May 23rd


in Thoreau’s Journal:


The buttercup season has arrived here.



in Thoreau’s Journal:

As the seasons revolve toward July. Every new flower that opens, no doubt, expresses a new mood of the human mind….

I see the light purple of rhodora enlivening the edges of swamps––another color the sun wears.


It is a beautiful shrub seen afar & makes a great show from the abundance of its bloom unconcealed by leaves––rising about the andromeda- Is it not the most showy high colored flower or shrub? Flowers are the dif colors of the sun light.


May 21, 1852

 in Thoreau’s Journal:

The earlier apple trees are in bloom––& resound with the hum of bees of all sizes & other insects. To sit under the 1st apple tree in blossom is to take another step into summer. The apple blossoms are so abundant & full–white tinged with red–a rich–scented pomona fragrance–telling of heaps of apples in the autumn––perfectly innocent wholesome & delicious.

May 20, 1852

 in Thoreau’s Journal:

All flowers are beautiful….Some apple trees in blossom– Most are just ready to burst forth–the leaves being half formed….


A ladies slipper well budded & now white…The white violets by the spring are rather scarce now.

May 17, 1852

in Thoreau’s Journal:


The different color of the water at different times would be worth observing. To day it is full of light & life––the breeze presenting many surfaces to the sun. There is a sparkling shimmer on it. It is a deep dark blue as the sky is clear. The air every where is, as it were, full of the rippling of waves.

May 15, 1853

in Thoreau’s Journal:


The golden willow catkins begin to fall–their prime is past–& buttercups and silvery cinquefoil, and the first apple blossoms, and waving grass beginning to be tinged with sorrel, introduce us to a different season.

May 12, 1853

 in Thoreau’s Journal:
The year has the down of youth on its cheek. This too is the era of the bobolink––now when apple trees are ready to burst into bloom.
Now it is too late to retreat from the Summer adventure— You have passed the Rubicon––& will spend your summer –– here.