Henry David Thoreau
Lesser Dodder Plant
Botanical Print, c1880
Long-Stalked Pondweed Potamogeton
Botanical Print, c1902
From the Journal of Henry David Thoreau
Thoreau and the Art of Life
Reflections on Nature and the Mystery of Existence
Walden Then & Now
An Alphabetical Tour of Henry Thoreau's Pond
The Portable Thoreau
Walden and Civil Disobedience
Walden, or Life in the Woods
Reading by Brett Barry.
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The ways by which men express themselves are infinite - the literary
through their writings, and often they do not mind with what air they
walk the streets, being sufficiently reported otherwise. But some
express themselves chiefly by their gait and carriage, with swelling
breasts or elephantine roll and elevated brows, making themselves
moving and adequate signs of themselves, having no other outlet. If
their greatness had signalized itself sufliciently in some other way,
though it were only in picking locks, they could afford to dispense
with the swagger.
P. M. - To Marlborough road and White Pond.
Dodder by railroad bridge. I am attracted by the
deep purple of some polygalas standing amid darkgreen grass. Some of the leaves of the choke-cherry are the brightest scarlet that I have seen, or, at least, the
Eupatorium purpureum fully out everywhere. Potamogetons still in flower (small ones) in brooks. Heart-leaves in Walden and water-target leaves in the overflowed meadow. The elder bushes are weighed down with fruit partially turned, and are still in bloom at the extremities of their twigs. The low downy gnaphalium leaves are already prepared for winter and spring again on dry hills and sprout-lands.
I am struck by the handsome and abundant clusters of yet green shrub oak acorns. Some are whitish . How much food for some creatures! The sprouts, apparently of the
Populus grandidentata, run up very fast the first year where the wood has been cut, and make great leaves nearly a foot long and nine or ten inches wide - unlike those of the parent tree, downy.
Just smelled an apple which carried me forward to those days when they will be heaped in the orchards and about the cider mills. The fragrance of some fruits is not to be forgotten, along with that of flowers.
Is not the high blackberry our finest berry? I gather very sweet onew which weigh down the vine in sprout-lands. The arum berries are mostly devoured, apparently by birds..
August 22, 1852
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