July 19.
In Concord. Young bobolinks; one of the first autumnalish notes. The early meadow aster out.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, July 19, 1855
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.
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