in Thoreau’s Journal:

The progress of the season is indescribable–– It is growing warm again—but the warmth is different from that we have had— We lie in the shade of locust trees–haymakers go by in a hay-rigging–

I am reminded of berrying– I scent the sweet fern & the dead or dry pine leaves––cherry-birds alight on a neighboring tree. The warmth is something more normal–& steady-ripening fruits. Campanula Aparinoides slender bell-flower