P. M. - To Flint’s Pond with Mr. Conway.
Started a woodcock in the woods. Also saw a large telltale, I think yellow-shanks, whose note I at first mistook for a jay’s, giving the alarm to some partridges. The Polygonum orientale, probably some days, by Turnpike Bridge, a very rich rose-color large flowers, distinguished by its salver-shaped upper sheaths. It is a color as rich, I think, as that of the cardinal-flower. Desmodium paniculatum in the wood-path northeast of Flint’s Pond. Its flowers turn blue-green in drying.
Yesterday also in the marlborough woods, perceived everywhere that offensive mustiness of decaying fungi.
How earthy old people become, - mouldy as the grave! Their wisdom smacks of the earth. There is no foretaste of immortality in it. They remind me of earthworms and mole crickets.
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