May 22, 1853

in Thoreau’s Journal:


It is clear June—the first day of summer— The rye which when I last looked was 1 foot high is now 3 feet high & waving & tossing its heads in the wind— ….Why the sickle & cradle will soon be taken up.  Though I walk every day—I am never prepared for this magical growth of the rye. I am advanced by whole months as it were into summer.