ZtonePhruit: A Book of the Seasons: October 21.

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

A Book of the Seasons: October 21.

October 21

In the landscape now:
the abundance of dead weeds.
The frosts have done it.
October 21, 1852

So thick a blue haze
I cannot see a stone's throw
to the woods beyond.
October 21, 1856

Now as in spring we
look for sheltered and sunny
places where we may sit.
October 21, 1857

Before I get home
the sun has set with a cold
white light in the west.
October 21, 1857

On the Common the
large sugar maples in midst
of their fall to-day.
October 21, 1858

Cold and blustering.
It is the breath of winter
encamped not far north.
October 21, 1859

The brook between John

Flint's house and the river is

half frozen over.

October 21, 1859

October 21, 2013

The wind must be east, for I hear the church bell very plainly; yet I sit with an open window, it is so warm. October 21, 1855

Cooler to-day, yet pleasant. October 21, 1858

On the hilltop, the sun having just risen, I see on my note-book that same rosy or purple light, when contrasted with the shade of another leaf, which I saw on the evening of the 19th, though perhaps I can detect a little purple in the eastern horizon. October 21, 1858

Cool and windy. October 21, 1857

First ice that I’ve seen or heard of, a tenth of an inch thick in yard, and the ground is slightly frozen. October 21, 1857

The birds that fly at the approach of winter are come from the north. October 21, 1852

I see many myrtle-birds now about the house this forenoon, on the advent of cooler weather. .October 21, 1857

It is very cold and blustering to-day. It is the breath of winter, which is encamped not far off to the north. October 21, 1859

The brook between John Flint's house and the river is half frozen over. October 21, 1859

Now again, as in the spring, we begin to look for sheltered and sunny places where we may sit. October 21, 1857

The Populus grandidentata is quite yellow and leafy yet,— the most showy tree thereabouts. October 21, 1858

The large sugar maples on the Common are in the midst of their fall to-day. October 21, 1858

This gradualness in the changing and falling of the leaves produces agreeable effects and contrasts. October 21, 1855

The red maples have lost their leaves before the rock maple which is now losing its leaves at top first. October 21, 1852

This is a remarkable feature in the landscape now the abundance of dead weeds. The frosts have done it. Winter comes on gradually. October 21, 1852

The deciduous trees are green but about four months in the year from June 1st to October 1st perhaps. October 21, 1852

As I am paddling home swiftly before the northwest wind, absorbed in my wooding, I see, this cool and grayish evening, that peculiar yellow light in the east, from the sun at little before its setting. October 21, 1857

It has just come out beneath a great cold slate-colored cloud that occupies most of the western sky, as smaller ones the eastern, and now its rays, slanting over the hill in whose shadow I ﬂoat, fall on the eastern trees and hills with a thin, yellow light like a clear yellow wine, but somehow it reminds me that now the hearth-side is getting to be a more comfortable place than out-of-doors. October 21, 1857

Before I get home the sun has set and a cold white light in the west succeeded. October 21, 1857