June 27.
To-day it is cool and clear and quite windy, and the black willow down is now washed up and collected against the alders and weeds, and the river looking more sparkling.
See on the open grassy bank and shore, just this side the Hemlocks, a partridge with her little brood.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, June 27, 1860
To-day it is cool and clear and quite windy, and the river looking more sparkling. See June 30, 1860 ("Standing on the side of Fair Haven Hill the verdure generally appears at its height, the air clear, and the water sparkling after the rain of yesterday. Seen through this clear, sparkling, breezy air, the fields, woods, and meadows are very brilliant and fair. ")
The black willow down is now washed up and collected against the alders and weeds. See June 26, 1859 ("The black willow down is now quite conspicuous on the trees, giving them a parti-colored or spotted white and green look, quite interesting, like a fruit. It also rests on the water by the sides of the stream, where caught by alders, etc., in narrow crescents ten and five feet long, at right angles with the bank, so thick and white as to remind me of a dense mass of hoar-frost crystals.") See also A Book of the Seasons,by Henry Thoreau, the Propogation of the Willow.
A partridge with her little brood. See June 27, 1852 ("I meet the partridge with her brood in the woods a perfect little hen. She spreads her tail into a fan and beats the ground with her wings fearlessly within a few feet of me, to attract my attention while her young disperse.");.See also A Book of Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, the Partridge.
New and collected mind-prints. by Zphx. Following H.D.Thoreau 170 years ago today. Seasons are in me. My moods periodical -- no two days alike.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
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