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  P.M.—To Conantumn.

  I think I may say that the buttercup (bulbous crow-foot) which I plucked at the Corner Spring would have
blossomed to-day . . .

  Here on this causeway is the sweetest fragrance I have perceived this season, blown from the newly flooded meadows. I cannot imagine what there is to produce it. No nosegay can equal it. It is ambrosially, nectarealh , fine and subtile, for you can see naught but the water, with green spires of meadow grass rising above it. Yet no flower from the Islands of the Blessed could smell sweeter . . .

  V. peregrina in Channing’s garden . . .

  Also drank at what I will call Alder Spring at Clamshell Hill . . .

  Landed at Conantum by the red cherry grove above Arrowhead Field . . .

  Trees generally leafing. black willow leafs. Bass leaf is an inch over; probably began about the 14th. Panicled andromeda leafed in some places, probably a day or two. Grape buds begin to open. Swamp white oak leaf, probably yesterday. Silky cornel leaf, two days or three. A woodcock, near river. A blue heron-like bird on a tree over river . . .

  The meadows are now mostly bare, the grass showing itself above the water that is left . . . (Journal, 9:368).

  A hummingbird yesterday came into the next house and was caught. Flew about our parlor to-day and tasted Sophia’s flowers . . .

  P.M.—To Uvularia perfoliata at Flint’s Pond . . .

  Sat down in the sun in the path through Wright’s wood-lot above Goose Pond, but soon, hearing a slight rustling, I looked round and saw a very large black snake about five feet long on the dry leaves, about a rod off . . .

  E. Hoar [Edward Hoar] detected the other day two ovaries under one scale of a Salix rostrata, and, under another, a stamen and another stamen converted into an ovary . . .

  Our corydalis was out the 13th. Hear a tanager to-day, and one was seen yesterday. Sand cherry out . . . (Journal, 12:189).

  2 P.M.—56º, with a cold east wind. Many people have fires again . . .

  The swamps are exceedingly dry. On the 13th I walked wherever I wanted to in thin shoes in Kalmia Swamp, and to-clay I walk through the middle of Beck Stows. The river meadows are more wet, comparatively . . .