September 19, 1850 in Thoreau’s Journal:
The goldenrods and asters impress me not like individuals but great families covering a thousand hills and having a season to themselves.
September 19, 1852 in Thoreau’s Journal:
The soapwort gentian cheers & surprises with solid bulbs of blue from the shore—the stale grown purplish. It abounds along the river—after so much has been mown.