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.
are well out and catkins loose
but no pollen shed.
On the Cliff I find
after long and careful search
one sedge flowering.
April 7, 1854
The first boat on the
meadows is exciting as
the first spring flower.
whirling in a small whirlwind
frightening some hens.
April 7, 1860
April 7, 2020
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 © 2009-2017
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