“In the streets and in society I am almost invariably cheap and dissipated, my life is unspeakably mean. No amount of gold or respectability would in the least redeem it… But alone in the distant woods or fields, in unpretending sprout-lands or pastures tracked by rabbits… I come to myself, I once more feel myself grandly related… I suppose that this value, in my case, is equivalent to what others get by churchgoing and prayer.I come home to my solitary woodland walk as the homesick go home.”
-Henry David Thoreau
After the morning hike at the Fells (pictured, right), I left the environs of Somerville and drove out to Walden Pond. I actually went in search of a plant that a friend spotted there – and which I didn’t find, but the searching was really the rewarding part (…well, aside from the long dunk in the pond). I remember reading that Thoreau knew those woods so well that he could tell you on which date the St. John’s Wort (e.g.,) would bloom, and I try to imagine being in such intimate relation to the woods and its silent inhabitants. Then the commuter rail came blasting past. Ah, the irony.
Anyway, about the Monarda… I don’t think it’s really there. I think she found it that day simply because she wanted me to have it.