July 13, 1852

in Thoreau’s Journal:

A Journal.–– a book that shall contain a record of all your joy––your extacy….

The dark purple amelanchier are the sweetest berries I have tasted yet.


One who walks the woods & hills daily—expecting to see the first berry that turns—will be surprised at last to find them ripe & thick before he is aware of it—ripened he cannot tell how long before—in some favorable situation. It is impossible to say what day almost what week the huckleberries begin to be ripe unless you are acquainted with & daily visit every huckleberry bush in the town—at least every place where they grow.

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