Tuesday. Get home again this morning.
Am glad to get back to New England, the dry, sandy, wholesome land, land of scrub oaks and birches and white pines, now in her russet dress, reminding me of her flaxen-headed children.
When I got back to New England the grass seemed bleached a shade or two more flaxen, more completely withered.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, November 25, 1856
Am glad to get back to New England, the dry, sandy, wholesome land, land of scrub oaks and birches and white pines, now in her russet dress, reminding me of her flaxen-headed children.
When I got back to New England the grass seemed bleached a shade or two more flaxen, more completely withered.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, November 25, 1856
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