In misty soggy Dusk fireflies in dew meadow -
Awake at 4:00 – first light in the northeast Robins from afar, then gradually those near at hand take up their song – what a truly heart-warming business their robust singing is!
“Flowers I know.”… 74. Pink Clover (2 kinds) 75. White Clover (2 kinds) 76. Yellow or Hop Clover 77. Stone Clover or Rabbit’s Foot…
State of nature one of intense complaceny & satisfaction. As go out road the sunshine is not too bright. The air very clear very little haze. All things are green and full to the brim.
It is almost impossible to conceive of such a glorious plant—The longing to see such a phenomenon makes me almost sick with frustration—I am planning to work on my Memorial to the Chestnut Tree.
Following the storm for Robins are oiled and sing joyously. And Orioles things more poignantly than I have heard him. The thunderstorm has taken time back again to spring. Yesterday's awful heat was like August. It is now mild again.
Off at 6:00 Eastern time. Sky obscured by mists. Sun shines dimly. All things in a grand harmony of mist and dew. Grass is white; trees sparkle in a scarcely noticeable breeze.
It might be appropriate to add that I saw pair of blue-birds on the Painter-road, who do not however seem to have a place in the season, tho nothing in nature is misplaced.
Still working on drawings.
My “weerie-bird” [a flycatcher] is almost dissolved into the phoebe – I shall go no further – There is something yearning in his call– the hawk – Thrasher singing – I heard a Bobolink! Spilling his sparkle notes over the meadow –