I see a snake crossing at Hubbard’s Bridge as swiftly as a muskrast could, which, indeed, I at first took it for,—faster than a muskrat would.
I find the ripest blueberries (Vaccinium vacillans) not on the very top nor on the lower slope, but on the brow, or what is called the “pitch” of the hill (Conantum) toward the light. The ripest are of course the largest, and this year very large and hard and bead-like.
Slender early spiranthes noticed.
I read of the Amazon that its current, indeed, is strong, but the wind always blows up the stream. This sounds too good to be true.
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