A mizzling rain from the east drives me home from my walk.

November 6.

November 6, 2015

A mizzling rain from the east drives me home from my walk. 

The knawel in the sand on the railroad causeway grows in dense green tufts like the hudsonia, six or eight inches in diameter and one or two high. It is still in bloom. 

The gooseberry leaves at the end of the currant row, being wet, are a still more brilliant scarlet. 

A great many rainy or mizzling days the last fortnight, yet not much rain. 

Pennyroyal has a long time stood withered and dark, blackish brown, in the fields, yet scented. 

I can hardly resist the inclination to collect driftwood, to collect a great load of various kinds, which will sink my boat low in the water, and paddle or sail slowly home with it. 

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, November 6, 1855

A mizzling rain from the east drives me home from my walk. Compare November 7, 1855 ("I find it good to be out this still, dark, mizzling afternoon; my walk or voyage is more suggestive and profitable than in bright weather.")

Pennyroyal has a long time stood withered and dark, blackish brown, in the fields, yet scented. See October 23, 1852 ("The pennyroyal stands brown and sere, though fragrant still, on the shelves of the Cliff."). See also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, the Aromatic Herbs

I can hardly resist the inclination to collect driftwood . . .See September 24, 1855 ("It would be a triumph to get all my winter’s wood thus. . . .I derive a separate and peculiar pleasure from every stick that I find. Each has its history, of which I am reminded when I come to burn it, and under what circumstances I found it."); September 25, 1857 ("Brought home my first boat-load of wood.")