Now at 4 p. m. this dog-day cloudy weather dwarf johnswort open. HDT ~ August 5, 1856

Small lake in the woods full of light and reflections as the wood thrush sings. HDT ~ August 4, 1852

Bubbles trace a boat that passed half an hour before – our sluggish river. HDT ~ August 3, 1856

A green bittern comes noiselessly flapping – sluggish pulse of the river. HDT ~ August 2, 1856

To-day Fields sends me a copy of"Walden" to be published the 12th I go up the hill surrounded by its shadow soothed by the stillness the depths of silence like a fathomless ocean my life is afloat. On this rock in the droppings of some bird are the seeds of some berries. HDT ~ August 2, 1854

Far in the meadows the rhexia seen only by birds and mowers. HDT ~ August 1, 1856

Thoughts of autumn and the memory of past years occupy my mind. HDT ~ July 31, 1856

A green bittern in flapping flight dangling legs, not observing me. HDT ~ July 30, 1856

That common rigid narrow-leaved faint-purplish aster in dry woods. HDT ~ July 29, 1852

A Book of the Seasons: Savory-leaved aster (Aster Linariifolius/Diplopappus)

South of the lighthouse the savory-leaved aster on a steep hillside. That common rigid narrow-leaved faint-purplish aster in dry woods. July...

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We walk to the watering hole at sunset, then down the streambed scoured out by rains earlier this summer. Orange glow in the west fades to dusk; the woods fill with fireflies and the flute of the thrush. Magically at dusk the woods fill with fireflies and the flute of the thrush. July 29, 2013

Sand cherry. Ripe fruit droops from peduncles in umble-like clusters. HDT ~ July 28, 1856

Peetweet and turtle eyeing me anxiously – not minding each other. HDT ~ July 27. 1856

A devil's-needle keeps its place on my paddle against a strong wind. HDT ~ July 27, 1856

When cut, the pod of ellipticum – Pale St. John's- wort – smells like a bee. HDT ~ July 26, 1856

I notice to-day the first purplish aster – Aster Radula HDT ~ July 26, 1853 (I mark again, about this time when the first asters open . . . This the afternoon of the year.)

The air begins to be thick and almost smoky. HDT ~ July 25, 1856

The mind is subject to moods as shadows of clouds pass over the earth. HDT ~ July 23, 1851

Fogs every morning – clouds now hang about all day but it does not rain.

Morning fog and melting heat.

July 22 The hottest night, — the last. It was almost impossible to pursue any work out-of- doors yesterday. There were but few men to be...

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Sandy places where partridges dusted themselves this hot afternoon. HDT ~ July 21, 1856

Beyond the bridge there is a goldenrod partially blossomed. Yesterday was spring, to-morrow will be autumn – Where is the summer? HDT ~ July 19, 1851

In shadow of ferns on the cool mud, a woodcock this hot afternoon. HDT ~ July 18, 1856

Sheltered in shadow of ferns in the meadow on the cool mud in the hot afternoon.

July 18 P. M. — To Wheeler meadow to look at willows.  Again scare up a woodcock, apparently seated or sheltered in shadow of ferns in the m...

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Distant hum of bees at sunset from the bass with its drooping flowers. HDT ~ July 17, 1856

Hear at distance the hum of bees like the rumbling of a distant train of cars.

July 17 Found a great many insects in white lilies which opened in pan this forenoon, which had never opened before. What regular and handso...

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Several bullfrogs lying fully out on pads – they trump well these nights. HDT ~ July 16, 1856

Bobolinks link link amid the tall rue that now whitens the meadow. HDT ~ July 15, 1856 tinyurl.com/hdt-560715

A bird come to drink must have brought this cherry-stone – the tree gets planted. HDT ~ July 14, 1856 tinyurl.com/hdt-560714

So the tree gets planted!

July 14 P. M. — To Muhlenbergii Brook.  Anthony Wright found a lark's nest with fresh eggs on the 12th in E. Hubbard's meadow by ash tre...

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Ripe thimble-berries now abundant along walls but not much flavor. HDT ~ July 13, 1856 tinyurl.com/hdt-560713

Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey . . . on revisiting. Wordsworth ~ July 13, 1798 tinyurl.com/17980713

In the still wet road an insect wing in its mouth a short-tail shrew dead. HDT ~ July 12, 1856

Seen as on the sea – shadows of clouds on the broad and level meadow. HDT ~ July 11, 1856

It is but a step from flowers to fruit – the size of these green berries!

A Book of the Seasons: Green Berries

I would make a chart of our life, know why just this circle of creatures completes the world. Henry Thoreau, April 18, 1852 It is but a s...

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