The year is but a succession of days,
and I see that I could assign some office to each day
which, summed up, would be the history of the year.
Henry Thoreau, August 24, 1852
A truly good book
is wildly natural as
fungus or lichen.
The jay on alert
mimicking each woodland note –
What happened? Who's dead?
Pines look cold –
now reflecting
a silvery light.
At Holden's spruce swamp
the water is frozen in
the pitcher-plant leaf.
I now take notice
of the green polypody
and the other ferns.
November 16, 1853
November 16, 2015
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| November 16, 2017 A cold and blustering afternoon; sky for the most part overcast. November 16, 1858 A part of to-day and yesterday I have been making shelves for my Oriental books. November 16, 1855 A truly good book is something as wildly natural and primitive, mysterious and marvelous, ambrosial and fertile, as a fungus or a lichen. November 16, 1850 Muskrat-houses completed. Interesting objects looking down a river-reach at this season, and our river should not be represented without one or two of these cones. They are quite conspicuous half a mile distant, and are of too much importance to be omitted in the river landscape. November 16, 1852 The pines on shore look very cold, reflecting a silvery light. November 16, 1852 I hear deep amid the birches some row among the birds or the squirrels, where evidently some mystery is being developed to them. The jay is on the alert, mimicking every woodland note. What has happened? Who 's dead? The twitter retreats before you, and you are never let into the secret. November 16, 1850 I now take notice of the green polypody on the rock and various other ferns. November 16, 1853 Methinks the wintergreen, pipsissewa, is our handsomest evergreen, so liquid glossy green and dispersed almost all over the woods. The mountain laurel, the lycopodium dendroideum, complanatum, and lucidulum, and the terminal shield fern are also very interesting. November 16, 1858 The partridge-berry leaves checker the ground on the side of moist hillsides in the woods. Are they not properly called checker-berries? November 16, 1850 The swamp-pink and blueberry buds attract. November 16, 1852 Rubus hispidus leaves last through the winter, turning reddish. November 16, 1858 I see many more nests in the alders now than I suspected in the summer. November 16, 1855 This and yesterday Indian-summer days. November 16, 1860 There seems to be in the fall a sort of attempt at a spring, a rejuvenescence, as if the winter were not expected by a part of nature. November 16, 1850 Violets, dandelions, and some other flowers blossom again, and mulleins and in numerable other plants begin again to spring and are only checked by the increasing cold. There is a slight uncertainty whether there will be any winter this year. November 16, 1850 The cold weather which began on the 12th, with the snow of the 13th and since, suddenly killed the few remaining living leaves, without any exceptions to speak of. November 16, 1858 In my two walks I saw only one squirrel and a chickadee. Not a hawk or a jay. November 16, 1860  November 16, 2021 A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Indian Summer A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, the Musquash A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, The Blue Jay A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, The Purple Pitcher Plant A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Polypody A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, The Lycopodiums A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Partridge-berry (Mitchella Repens) A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, the Mouse-ear A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Blackberries A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, The world can never be more beautiful than now  November 16, 2018 November 2, 1857 (“My thoughts are with the polypody a long time after my body has passed. ”) November 5, 1855 ("Swamp-pink buds now begin to show.”); November 6, 1853 (“The remarkable roundish, plump red buds of the high blueberry.”) November 5, 1857 ("At this season polypody is in the air. ") November 11, 1851 (“There is a cold, silvery light on the white pines as I go through J.P. Brown's field near Jenny Dugan's. Every withered blade of grass and every dry weed, as well as pine-needle, reflects light”) November 11, 1858 (“In the meadows the pitcher-plants are bright-red. ”) November 13, 1851 (“A cold and dark afternoon, the sun being behind clouds in the west. The landscape is barren of objects, the trees being leafless, and so little light in the sky for variety.”). November 15, 1857 ("The water is frozen solid in the leaves of the pitcher plants") November 15, 1858 ("I go to look for evergreen ferns before they are covered up. The end of last month and the first part of this is the time.") November 15, 1859 ("I see several musquash-cabins off Hubbard Shore distinctly outlined as usual in the November light.") November 17, 1858 ("The polypody on the rock is much shrivelled by the late cold") November 17, 1858 ("We are interested at this season by the manifold ways in which the light is reflected to us.") November 17, 1859 ("Another Indian-summer day, as fair as any we've had.") November 19, 1850 ("Now that the grass is withered and the leaves are withered or fallen, it begins to appear what is evergreen the partridge-berry and checkerberry, and winter-green leaves even, are more conspicuous.”); November 20, 1858 ("The Rubus hispidus leaves last all winter like an evergreen. ") November 27, 1853 ("Checkerberries and partridge-berries are both numerous and obvious now") December 1, 1852 (“At this season I observe the form of the buds which are prepared for spring,- the large bright yellowish and reddish buds of the swamp-pink, the already downy ones of the Populus tremuloides and the willows, the red ones of the blueberry”) December 3, 1856 (“The silvery needles of the pine straining the light.")
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