The very wet-glossy, obovatish, sinuate-edged swamp white oak, light beneath.
The small narrower, sinuated, and still more chestnut-like chinquapin, a little lighter beneath.
All these, more or less glossy, especially the swamp-white and shrub.
Then the dull green, sometimes reddish, more or less deeply cut or fingered, unarmed, round-lobed white oak, not light beneath.
The last three without bristles.
I remember best the sort of rosettes made by the wet-glossy leaves at the ends of some swamp white oak twigs; also the wholesome and firm dark green shrub oak leaves, and some glossy and finely cut light green, black? or red? or scarlet? oak leaves.
I see some devil's needles, a brilliant green with white and black, or open work and black wings, some with clear black wings, some with white bodies and black wings, etc.
6.30 a. m. Up Assabet. . . . Beautiful the hemlock fans now, broad at the ends of the lower branches which slant down, seen in the shade against the dark hillside; such is the contrast of the very light green just put forth on their edges, with the old, very dark. I feast my eyes on it.
Sphynx moths about the flowers at evening, a night or two.
