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  P.M.—To Assabet Bathing-Place and return by stone bridge.

  I see now great baggy light-green puffs on the panicled andromeda, some with a reddish side . . . The painted tortoises are nowadays laying their eggs. I see where they have just been digging in the sand or gravel in a hundred places on the southerly sides of hills and banks near the river . . .

   . . . 6.30 A.M. [sic].—Up Assabet.

  Rhus Toxicodendron, yesterday, on Rock. Smilacina racemosa, probably June 4th. Beautiful the hemlock-fans, now broad at the ends of the lower branches, which slant clown, seen in the shade against the dark hillside. Such is the contrast of the very light green just put forth on their edges with the old very dark, I feast my eyes on it . . .

  You ice the dark eye and shade of June on the river as well as on land, and a dust-like tint on river, apparently from the young leaves and bud-scales, covering the waters, which begin to be smooth, and imparting a sense of depth . . .

  J. Hosmer, who is prosecuting Warner for flowing his land, says that the trees are not only broken off when young by weight of ice, but, being rubbed and barked by it, become warty or bulge out there.

  Salix pediccllaris off Holden’s has been out of bloom several days at least. So it is earlier to begin and to end than our S. lacida.

  This is June, the month of grass and leaves. The deciduous trees are investing the evergreens and revealing how dark they are. Already the aspens are trembling again, and a new summer is offered me. I feel a little fluttered in my thoughts, as if I might be too late. Each season is but an infinitesimal point. It no sooner comes than it is gone. It has no duration. It simply gives a tone and hue to my thought . . .

  I have just got your note, but I am sorry to say that this very morning I sent a note to Channing, stating that I would go with him to Cape Cod next week on an excursion which we have been talking of for some time. If there were time to communicate with you, I should ask you to come to Concord on Monday, before I go; but as it is, I must wait till I come back, which I think will be about ten days hence. I do not like this delay, but there seems to be a fate in it. Perhaps Mr. Wasson will be well enough to come by that time. I will notify you of my return, and shall depend on seeing you all.

  Go to Painted-Cup Meadow via Assabet Bath . . .

  Edith Emerson has found, in the field (Merriam’s) just south of the Beck Stow pin grove, Lepidium campestre, which may have been out ten days . . .

  Hear of a kingfisher’s nest just found in a sandbank behind Abner Buttrick’s, with six fresh eggs, of which I have one. The boy said it was six or seven feet deep in the bank.

  P.m. A wild pigeon nest in a young bass tree 10 ft. from ground . . .

  Lumberers came here & speared this eve. Say the lumber above is more knotty than that of Maine, the river nothing for rapids to the Penobscot . . .

  Thunder in night. Get larch fish poles.