in Thoreau’s Journal:

At 5 1/2 this morning saw from Nawshawtuct the trees on the great meadows against & rising out of the dispersing wreathes of fog—on which the sun was shining…

It is a new era with the flowers when the small purple fringed orchis as now is found in shady swamps standing along the brooks. (It appears to be alone of its class— Not to be overlooked it has so much flower though not so high colored as the Arethusa).