Friday, June 24, 2016

A Book of the Seasons: June 24

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

A sky without clouds –
a meadow without flowers,
a sea without sails.

June 24, 2012

What could a man learn by watching the clouds?  They are among the most glorious objects in nature. They are the flitting sails in that ocean whose bounds no man has visited.  June 24, 1852

The calopogon is a more bluish purple than the pogonia. June 24, 1853

June 24, 2015

A kingbird’s nest just completed in an apple tree. June 24, 1856

June 24, 2017

Looked over Farmer's eggs and list of names. He has several which I have not . . . The eggs were numbered with a pen, — 1, 2, 3, etc., — and corresponding numbers written against the names on the cover of the pasteboard box in which were the eggs.  June 24, 1857

Storrow Higginson gives me a bobolink's egg.  June 24, 1858

Start a  woodcock from amid ferns. All plants leafed, and summer commenced.  June 24, 1860

June 24, 2022
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.

 June 23 <<<<< June 24 >>>>> June 25

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 ©  2009-2023



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