April 17, 2019
How pleasing and soothing are some of the first and least audible sounds of awakened nature in spring. The first humming of the bees, a noise so slight, reminds me of the increased genialness of nature.
The air which was so lately void and silent begins to resound as it were with the breathing of a myriad fellow-creatures. Even the unhappy man is soothed by this din of neighbors.
Go ten feet that way, to where the northwest wind comes around the hill, and you hear only the dead mechanical sound of the the blast; your thoughts recur to winter. But stand as much this way, in the sun in the lee of this bush, and your charmed ears hear the faint hum of bees weaving the web of summer. Gradually thus the spaces of the air are filled.
Little music in the world charms us more than this sound produced by the vibration of an insect's wing in some still and sunny nook in spring.
H.D. Thoreau, Journal, April 17, 1859
How pleasing and soothing are some of the first and least audible sounds of awakened nature in spring. See April 3, 1858 ("There is no pause to the hum of the bees all this warm day. It is a very simple but pleasing and soothing sound, this susurrus, thus early in the spring.")
The vibration of an insect's wing in some still and sunny nook in spring. See April 20, 1854 ("A willow coming out fairly, with honey-bees humming on it, in a warm nook.”)
The air which was so lately void and silent begins to resound as it were with the breathing of a myriad fellow-creatures. Even the unhappy man is soothed by this din of neighbors.
Go ten feet that way, to where the northwest wind comes around the hill, and you hear only the dead mechanical sound of the the blast; your thoughts recur to winter. But stand as much this way, in the sun in the lee of this bush, and your charmed ears hear the faint hum of bees weaving the web of summer. Gradually thus the spaces of the air are filled.
Little music in the world charms us more than this sound produced by the vibration of an insect's wing in some still and sunny nook in spring.
H.D. Thoreau, Journal, April 17, 1859
How pleasing and soothing are some of the first and least audible sounds of awakened nature in spring. See April 3, 1858 ("There is no pause to the hum of the bees all this warm day. It is a very simple but pleasing and soothing sound, this susurrus, thus early in the spring.")
The vibration of an insect's wing in some still and sunny nook in spring. See April 20, 1854 ("A willow coming out fairly, with honey-bees humming on it, in a warm nook.”)
See also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Bees
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