Freshly cut pine wood
world of light and purity
its life oozing out.
March 24, 1853
In the course of ages
rivers wriggle in their beds
until comfortable.
March 24, 1855
Bluebirds for first time
seen in all parts of the town
as I hear to-day.
March 24, 1856
We are not at once
conscious of the whole fruit of
our experience.
March 24, 2020
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| March 24, 2020 If you make the least correct observation of nature this year, you will have occasion to repeat it with illustrations the next, and the season and life itself is prolonged. |
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau~edited, assembled and rewritten by zphx © 2009-2017
"A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality.”
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