A beautiful day.

September 18.

September 18, 2017

This is a beautiful day, warm but not too warm, a harvest day (I am going down the railroad causeway), the first unquestionable and conspicuous autumnal day, when the willows and button-bushes are a yellowed bower in parallel lines along the swollen and shining stream.

The first autumnal tints (of red maples) are now generally noticed. The shrilling of the alder locust fills the air. 

A brightness as of spring is reflected from the green shorn fields. Both sky and earth are bright. The first clear blue and shining white (of clouds).

Corn-stalk-tops are stacked about the fields; potatoes are being dug; smokes are seen in the horizon. It is the season of agricultural fairs.

If you are not happy to-day you will hardly be so to-morrow.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, September 18, 1860

This is a beautiful day, . . . the first unquestionable and conspicuous autumnal day. See September 18, 1858 ("It is a wonderful day."); September 18, 1852 ("It is agreeable to stand in a new relation to the sun. "); September 18, 1858 ("It is a fine September day . . . a new season has come."); September 3, 1860 ("Here is a beautiful, and perhaps first decidedly autumnal, day, -- a, cloudless sky, a clear air, with, maybe, veins of coolness”)

September 18. See A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, September 18

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