Sunday, October 11, 2015

A Book of the Seasons: October 11.


October 11

Now is true autumn.
The jays scream, red squirrels scold,
all things crisp and ripe.
October 11, 1852

Now is true autumn.
The jays scream, red squirrels scold
while you shake the trees.
October 11, 1852

The red squirrels scold 
and the jays scream while you are
clubbing and shaking trees. 
October 11, 1852

In cooler weather
the chickadee's note has a
new significance

Metallic clanging
sometimes a mew. Refer any
strange note to the jay. 
October 11, 1856

In the woods I hear the note of the jay, a metallic, clanging sound, some times a mew. Refer any strange note to him. October 11, 1856

In the woods I hear
a metallic clanging sound --
the note of the jay.
October 11, 1856


Severe morning frost,
such the cold of early or
middle October.
October 11, 1859

An abundant crop
of white oak acorns now in
the midst of their fall.
October 11, 1860

Now when a strong wind
precedes you is the best time
to gather these nuts. 



In the woods I hear
 a metallic clanging sound,
the note of the jay,
October 11, 1856



Now is true autumn.
The jays scream, red squirrels scold,
all things crisp and ripe .
 October 11, 1852


An abundant crop
of white oak acorns now in
the midst of their fall.
October 11, 1860




October 11, 2015

There is a remarkably abundant crop of white oak acorns this fall, now in the very midst of their fall. The best time to gather these nuts is now,  when a strong wind has arisen suddenly in the day, before the squirrels precede you. J October 11, 1860

.The jays scream, and the red squirrels scold, while you are clubbing and shaking the trees. Now it is true autumn; all things are crisp and ripe.  October 11, 1852

In the woods I hear the note of the jay, a metallic, clanging sound, some times a mew. Refer any strange note to him. October 11, 1856



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 © 2009-2020

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