October 14th

 in Thoreau’s Journal:

1856: Any flowers seen now may be called late ones. I see perfectly fresh succory, not to speak of yarrow….

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1857: I take these walks to every point of the compass, and it is always harvest time with me. I am always gathering my crop from these woods and fields and waters, and no man is in my way, or interferes with me. My crop is not their crop. To-day I see them getting in their beans and corn, and they are a spectacle to me, but are soon out of my sight. I go abroad over the land each day to get the best I can find, and that is never carted off, even to the last day of November.