Wednesday, March 21, 2012

The Yellow Lily

March 21.

Railroad causeway at Heywood's meadow. 

The ice no sooner melts than you see the now red and yellow pads of the yellow lily beginning to shoot up from the bottom of the pools and ditches – for there they yield to the first impulses of the heat and feel not the chilling blasts of March. 

This evening a little snow falls. The weather about these days is cold and wintry again.


H. D. Thoreau, Journal, March 21, 1852

Yellow pads of the yellow lily beginning to shoot up from the bottom of the pools and ditches. See March 21, 1859 ("I see, on a yellow lily root washed up, leaf-buds grown five or six inches, or even seven or eight, with the stems")


March 21.  See A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, March 21

This evening snow falls.
The weather these days is cold
and wintry again.

A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau
"A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality."
~edited, assembled and rewritten by zphx © 2009-2024
https://tinyurl.com/hdt-520321

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