in Thoreau’s Journal:

….the mullein still in bloom….

I see many tall clustered bluish asters by the brooks…

The maples begin to be ripe. How beautiful when a whole maple on the edge of a swamp is like one great scarlet fruit—full of ripe juices— A sign of the ripening—every leaf from lowest limb to topmost spire—is a-glow….

The flattened black berries of the cucumber root—with the triangular bases of its leaves tinged red beneath as a sort of cup for them.