THE FLOWERS OF EARLY JUNE. II. 
Sune 1, 1853. To Walden. Clover begins to redden the fields gen- 
erally. The quail is heard at a distance. Buttercups, of various kinds 
mingled, yellow the meadows, the tall, the bulbous, the repens. The 
cinquefoil, in its ascending state, keeping pace with the grass, is now 
abundant in the fields. This is a feature of June. 
— THOREAU — Summer. 
Thirty years after the date in Thoreau’s diary the same 
kindly Nature which did yield all her shows to please 
and win that pilgrim wise unrolled for me the same pic- 
ture in the Millbury meadows. This is one of the secrets 
of the charm which I find in his diary, that he has had 
my experience before me, and that a page out of it 
seems like a page out of my own life. It may be, too, 
that the diary of another is almost always more inter- 
esting than one’s own. However that may be, I know 
that I appreciate more fully Thoreau’s work as I recog- 
nize his keenness of perception and devout love of all 
wild Nature by his fidelity to truth where my experience 
allows me to judge, and I take his word upon trust with 
