A Book of the Seasons: March 15.

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

March 15

On this mild spring day

my life partakes of bluebirds

and infinity.

March 15, 1852

Over the water

I hear loud hollow tapping

of a woodpecker.

March 15, 1854

March 15, 2014

A mild spring day . . . The air is full of bluebirds . . .The villagers are out in the sun, and every man is happy whose work takes him outdoors . . . I lean over a rail to hear what is in the air, liquid with the bluebirds' warble. My life partakes of infinity. The air is as deep as our natures. March 15, 1852   

Pleasant morning, unexpectedly  . . . I hear that peculiar, interesting loud hollow tapping of a woodpecker from over the water. March 15, 1854

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A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, The Bluebird in Spring.

A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Spring sounds. Woodpeckers Tapping

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