March 19.
Heavy rain in the night and to-day, i.e. A.M.
This, as usual, rapidly settles the ways, for, taking the frost out, the water that stood on the surface is soaked up, so that it is even drier and better walking before this heavy rain is over than it was yesterday before it began.
It is April weather.
I observed yesterday a dead shiner by the riverside, and to-day the first sucker.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, March 19, 1857
It is April weather. See March 10, 1854 (“The weather is almost April-like. We always have much of this rainy, drizzling, misty weather in early spring, after which we expect to hear geese.”)
To-day the firat dead sucker. See March 20, 1857 ("[the phenomenmon I speak of, which last is confined to the very earliest spring or winter."); April 14, 1856 ("I see the first dead sucker"); April 10, 1855("Saw a tolerably fresh sucker floating."); May 23, 1854 ("How many springs shall I continue to see the common sucker (Catostomus Bostoniensis) floating dead on our river!"); April 18, 1852 ("The sight of the sucker floating on the meadow at this season affects me singularly, as if it were a fabulous or mythological fish, realizing my idea of a fish. It reminds me of pictures of dolphins or of Proteus. I see it for what it is, — not an actual terrene fish, but the fair symbol of a divine idea, the design of an artist")
New and collected mind-prints. by Zphx. Following H.D.Thoreau 170 years ago today. Seasons are in me. My moods periodical -- no two days alike.
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