Before I start the review, I'll say that I read the Riverside Edition of Thoreau's Summer, which only had 372 pages plus index.
July 5, 1852.
"The progress of the season is indescribable. It is growing warm again, but the warmth is different from that we have had. We lie in the shade of a locust-tree. Haymakers go by in a hay-rigging. I am reminded of berrying. I scent the sweet fern and the dead or dry pine leaves. Cherry-birds alight on a neighboring tree. The warmth is something more normal and steady. Nature offers fruits now as well as flowers. We have become accustomed to the summer. It has acquired a certain eternity."
I've read his Autumn and Winter diaries before this one, and I must say, Summer is my favorite so far. Like the other publications of his seasonal diaries, his entries generally range between the late 1830's until around the time of his death in 1862. The time span is not the entire summer (as one may expect), it instead lasts from June 1st until July 10th. The book is arranged chronologically by date and then by year, with the exception of a trip he took to mountainous New Hampshire in early July of 1858. Something about the summer must have purified Thoreau's thoughts, as his natural observations and general musings typical of his diaries crystallize even nicer here than they typically do! He makes many references to a few select species: notably nighthawks, bobolinks, and water lilies, referring to them by their scientific name of Nymphaea odorata. His observations run the gamut from those of the naturalist, to those of the philosopher, to those of the historian. There also seems to be comparatively less of early Thoreau (perhaps 1837 to 1845) here, which I appreciate. I believe his writing improved immeasurably as he matured. Thoreau is medicine for the soul and I'd highly recommend this if you want a meditative account of Massachusetts nature and history.