I perceive, as formerly, a white froth dripping from the pitch pines, just at the base of the new shoots. It has no taste. The pollywogs in the pond are now full-tailed. The hickory leaves are blackened by a recent frost, which reminds me that this is near their northern limit. It is remarkable the rapidity with which the grass grows. The 25th of May I walked to the hills in Wayland, and when I returned across lots do not remember that I had much occasion to think of the grass, or to go round any fields to avoid treading on it; but just a week afterward, at Worcester, it was high and waving in the fields, and I was to some extent confined to the road; and the same was the case here. Apparently in one month you get from fields which you can cross without hesitation, to haying time. It has grown you hardly know when, be the weather what it may, sunshine or storm. I start up a solitary woodcock in the shade, in some copse; goes off with a startled, rattling, hurried note. After walking by night several times I now walk by day, but I am not aware of any crowning advantage in it. I see small objects better, but it does not enlighten me any. The day is more trivial. What a careful gardener Nature is! She does not let the sun come out suddenly with all his intensity after rain and cloudy weather, but graduates the change to suit the tenderness of plants. I see the tall crowfoot now in the meadows (_Ranunculus acris_), with a smooth stem. I do not notice the _bulbosus_, which was so common a fortnight ago. The rose-colored flowers of the _Kalmia angustifolia_, lambkill, just opened and opening. The _Convallaria bifolia_ growing stale in the woods. The _Hieracium venosum_, veiny-leaved hawkweed, with its yellow blossoms in the woodland path. The _Hypoxis erecta_, yellow Bethlehem-star, where there is a thick, wiry grass in open paths; should be called yellow-eyed grass, methinks. The _Pyrola asarifolia_, with its pagoda-like stem of flowers, _i. e_. broad-leaved wintergreen. The _Trientalis Americana_, like last, in the woods, with its star-like white flower and pointed whorled leaves. The prunella too is in blossom, and the rather delicate _Thesium umbellatum_, a white flower. The Solomon’s-seal, with a greenish drooping raceme of flowers at the top, I do not identify. I notice to-day the same remarkable bushy growth on the fir (in Wheildon’s garden) that I have noticed on the pines and cedars. The leaves are not so thickly set and are much stiffer. I find that I postpone all actual intercourse with my friends to a certain real intercourse which takes place commonly when we are actually at a distance from one another. _June 22. Sunday._ Is the shrub with yellow blossoms which I found last week near the Lincoln road while surveying for E. Hosmer and thought to be _Xylosteum ciliatum_, or fly honeysuckle, the same with the yellow diervilla which I find in Laurel Glen to-day?