A Book of the Seasons: July 5

July 5.

July 5, 2020

Shadows of the pines
now falling across the path
red with pine-needles.

Here is a small road 
along the edge of the wood
to walk by moonlight. 

July 5, 1851

July 5, 2015

Soft and glorious
gilded light gives the idea
of fertility.

Cliffs and woods upstream
have more actuality–
the sun getting low.
July 5, 1851

Such a habit have cows in a pasture of moving forward while feeding that, in surveying on the Great Fields to-day, I was interrupted by a herd of a dozen cows, which successively passed before my line of vision, feeding forward, and I had to watch my opportunity to look between them. Sometimes, however, they were of use, when they passed behind a birch stake and made a favorable background against which to see it. July 5, 1853

To have the leisure
to see the parallax of
cows in a pasture.
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I watch as cows pass
before my line of vision
to look between them.
July 5, 1853

As we come over Hubbard's Bridge between 5 and 6 P.M., the sun getting low, a cool wind blowing up the valley, we sit a while.  July 5, 1851

The sun getting low
cool wind blows up the valley
    and we sit a while. 

July 5, 1851

This retired bridge is a favorite spot with me. I have witnessed many a fair sunset from it. July 5, 1851

 Here is a small road running north and south along the edge of the wood, which would be a good place to walk by moonlight.  July 5, 1851 

 

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