Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Unseasonable cold

June 22.

There is a strong northeast wind this afternoon, the thermometer 60° only at 12.30 P.M. and 65 at 5 P.M. But it is remarkably cold in the wind, and you require a thick coat. 65° now, with wind, is uncomfortably cold.

The heavy rain of the 20th with the cold of the 21st has killed some birds. A martin and another bird were found dead in Wheildon's garden. Frost last night kills the tops of the flowering fern along the south edge of the Great Meadows.

On the northeast side of the Great Fields there are two or three little patches of sand one to two rods across with a few slivers of arrowhead stone sprinkled over them. These spots are plowed only by the wind and rain, and yet I rarely cross them but I find a new arrowhead.

The pretty new moon in the west is quite red this evening.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal,  June 22, 1860
vide March 22, 1859


65° now, with wind, is uncomfortably cold
See June 22, 1855 ("At 6 P. M. the temperature of the air is 77°, of river one rod from shore 72°. Warmest day yet.")

The pretty new moon in the west is quite red this evening
See June 23, 1860 ("This is a decidedly dogdayish day, foretold by the red moon of last evening.") See also December 23, 1851 (“The evening star is shining brightly, and, beneath all, the west horizon is glowing red . . . and just above the horizon, the narrowest imaginable white sickle of the new moon.”);J uly 20, 1852 ("The horns of the moon only three or four days old look very sharp , still cloud like , in the midst of a blue space , prepared to shine a brief half - hour before it sets . . ..the crescent moon . . ., grows more silvery, and, as it sinks in the west, more yellowish, and the outline of the old moon in its arms is visible if you do not look directly at it. Some dusky redness lasts almost till the last traces of daylight disappear, about 10 o'clock, the same time the moon goes down") and A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, June Moonlight

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