Thoreau writes in his journal:
Perambulated the Lincoln line. Was it the small rough sunflower which I saw this morning at the brook near Lee’s Bridge? Saw at James Baker’s a buttonwood tree with a swarm of bees now three years in it, but honey and all inaccessible. John W. Farrar tells of sugar maples behind Miles’s in the Corner. Did I see privet in the swamp at the Bedford stone near Giles’s house? Swamp all dry now; could not wash my hands.
