A Book of the Seasons: January 28.

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

January 28

See three ducks sailing

in the river this afternoon –

black with white on wings.

January 28, 1853

The sun-sparkles where

the river is open are

cheerful to behold.

January 28, 1853 

Cheerful to behold 

the sun-sparkles these coldest 

days of the winter. 

January 28, 1853 

A song sparrow sits 

in the midst of snow on our 

wood-pile in the yard.

January 28, 1857

About Brister's Spring

the ferns and the grass

are still quite green.

January 28, 1852

White pine. Red pine.
January 28, 2018

Though somewhat cool, it has been remarkably pleasant to-day, and the sun-sparkles where the river is open are very cheerful to behold. January 28, 1853


See three ducks sailing in the river behind Prichard's this afternoon, black with white on wings, though these two or three have been the coldest days of the winter, and the river is generally closed. January 28, 1853

Am again surprised to see a song sparrow sitting for hours on our wood-pile in the yard, in the midst of snow in the yard. January 28, 1857

About Brister's Spring the ferns, which have been covered with snow, and the grass are still quite green. January 28, 1852

The skunk-cabbage in the water is already pushed up, and I find the pinkish head of flowers within its spathe bigger than a pea. January 28, 1852

These warmer days the woodchopper finds that the wood cuts easier than when it had the frost in its sap-wood, though it does not split so readily. January 28, 1852

Thus every change in the weather has its influence on him, and is appreciated by him in a peculiar way. January 28, 1852

Coming through the village at 11 P.M., the sky is completely overcast, and the (perhaps thin) clouds are very distinctly pink or reddish, somewhat as if reflecting a distant fire, but this phenomenon is universal all round and overhead. I suspect there is a red aurora borealis behind. January 28, 1858

January 28, 2018

A Book of the Seasons,  by Henry Thoreau, the Skunk Cabbage

A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, the Musquash

A Book of the Seasons,  by Henry Thoreau, the Tree Sparrow

A Book of the Seasons,    by Henry Thoreau, the Song Sparrow 

A Book of Seasons,  by Henry Thoreau, The Sheldrake (Goosander, Merganser)

A Book of the Seasons,  by Henry Thoreau, Northern Lights

January 28, 2018

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 © 2009-2016

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