Friday, August 26, 2011

The wind roars like the surf.

August 26

A cool and even piercing wind blows to-day, making all shrubs to bow and trees to wave; such as we could not have had in July. I speak not of its coolness but its strength and steadiness. The wind and the coldness increase as the day advances, and I am compelled to put on an extra coat for my walk. 

The wind roars amid the pines like the surf. You can hardly hear the crickets for the din, or the cars. Indeed it is difficult to enjoy a quiet thought. Such a blowing, stirring, bustling day, - what does it mean ? 

Such a blowing day is no doubt indispensable in the economy of nature.   All light things decamp; straws and loose leaves change their places. The ground is strewn with windfalls, and much fruit will consequently be lost. 

The whole country is a sea-shore, and the wind is the surf that breaks on it.


H. D. Thoreau, Journal, August 26, 1851



The ground is strewn with windfalls, and much fruit will consequently be lost
. See August 29, 1852 ("The ground in orchards is covered with windfalls; imperfect fruits now fall. "); August 21, 1856 ("Rains still all day, and wind rises, and shakes off much fruit and beats down the corn.");  September 3, 1859 ("A strong wind, which blows down much fruit. R. W. E. sits surrounded by choice windfall pears.")

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