Thoreau writes in his journal:
Chestnut trees are generally bare, showing only a thin crescent of burs, for they are very small this year. I climb one on Pine Hill, looking over Flint’s Pond, which, indeed, I see from the ground . . .
Returning in an old wood-path from top of Pine Hill to Goose Pond, I see many goldenrods turned purple—all the leaves . . .