JULY 



The long, narrow, open intervals in the woods 

 near the Assabet are quite dry now, in some parts 

 yellow with the upright loosestrife. One of these 

 meadows, a quarter of a mile long by a few rods 

 wide, narrow and winding, and bounded on all 

 sides by maples showing the under-sides of their 

 leaves, swamp white-oaks, with their glossy dark- 

 green leaves, birches, etc., and full of meadow- 

 sweet just coming into bloom, and cranberry vines, 

 and a dry kind of grass, is a very attractive place 

 to walk in. 



THOBEAU: Summer. 



To-day the milk-weed is blossoming. Some of 

 the raspberries are ripe, the most innocent and 

 simple of fruits, the purest and most ethereal. 

 Cherries, too, are ripe. 



THOREAU: Summer. 



Now, just before sundown, a nighthawk is 

 circling implike with undulating, irregular flight 

 over the sproutland on the Cliff Hill with an 

 occasional squeak, and showing the spot on his 



wings. 



THOREAU: Summer. 



