September 12, 1851

in Thoreau’s Journal:

[A potpourri of citations from this date]

This is the season of fogs.

It is worth the while to see the Mts in the horizon once a day.

A man should feed his senses with the best that the land affords.

I can hardly believe that there is so great a difference between one year & another as my journal shows.

Methinks that I possess the sense of smell in greater perfection than usual—& have the habit of smelling of every plant I pluck. How autumnal is the scent of ripe grapes now by the roadside!

The Prinos berries are pretty red.

Any redness like cardinal flowers or poke—or the evening sky or Cheronaea excites us as a red flag does cows & turkies.


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