in Thoreau’s Journal:
There is more shadow under the edges of woods & copses now—
The foliage appears to have increased so that the shadows are heavier & perhaps it is this that makes it cooler especially morning and evening though it may be as warm as ever at noon.
in Thoreau’s Journal:
The fore part of this month was the warmest weather we have had; the last part sloping toward autumn has reflected some of its coolness, for we are very forward to anticipate the fall.
Perhaps I may say the spring culminated with the commencement of haying—& the summer side of the year in mid July.
in Thoreau’s Journal:
I see a bluet still in damp ground.
in Thoreau’s Journal:
It is pleasing to behold at this season contrasted shade and sunshine on the side of neighboring hills. They are not so attractive to the eye when all in the shadow of a cloud or wholly open to the sunshine. Each must enhance the other.
in Thoreau’s Journal:
The slight distraction of picking berries is favorable to a wild abstracted poetic mood.— to sequestered or transcendental thinking. I return ever more fresh to my mood from such slight interruptions.
in Thoreau’s Journal:
It is a rare music the earliest bee’s hum amid the flowers—revisiting the flower bells just after sunrise.
in Thoreau’s Journal:
The Cardinal flower probably open today.
in Thoreau’s Journal:
Now is the haying season. How active must these men be, all the country over, that they may get through their work in season!
1851 in Thoreau’s Journal:
The season of morning fogs has arrived.
1853 in Thoreau’s Journal:
On one account at least I enjoy walking in the fields less at this season than any other—there are so many men in the fields haying now.
The white lily has opened how could it stand these heats….
in Thoreau’s Journal:
It is star light—you see the first star in the SW & know not how much earlier you might have seen it had you looked.
in Thoreau’s Journal:
The white cotton-grass now & how long?
in Thoreau’s Journal:
It is a test question affecting the youth of a person, ––Have you knowledge of the morning? Do you sympathize with that season of nature?
in Thoreau’s Journal:
The meadows on the Turnpike are white with the meadow rue now more than ever. They are filled with it many feet high.
in Thoreau’s Journal:
A thick fog began last night & lasts till late this morning. First of the kind methinks
in Thoreau’s Journal:
This cooler—still cloudy weather after the rain is very autumnal & restorative to our spirits— The robin sings—still—but the goldfinch twitters over oftener—& I hear the link link of the bobolink (one perfect strain!) and the crickets creak more as in the fall— All these sounds dispose our minds to serenity….
We seem to be passing or to have passed a dividing line between spring & autumn—& begin to descend the long slope toward winter.
in Thoreau’s Journal:
How deep or perhaps slaty sky-blue are those blueberries that grow in the shade—
It is an unexpected & thrilling discovery to find such etherial fruits in dense drooping clusters under the fresh green of oak & hickory sprouts. Those that grow in the sun—appear to be the same species only to have lost their bloom & freshness—and hence are darker.
in Thoreau’s Journal:
A Journal.— a book that shall contain a record of all your joy—your extacy.
in Thoreau’s Journal:
The king bird is active over the causeway notwithstanding the heat.
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