September 5.
Saturday.
I now see those brown shaving like stipules of the white pine leaves, which are falling, i.e. the stipules, and caught in cobwebs.
River falls suddenly, having been high all summer.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, September 5, 1857
I now see those brown shaving like stipules of the white pine leaves, which are falling. See September 3, 1858 ("The narrow brown sheaths from the base of white pine leaves now strew the ground and are washed up on the edge of puddles after the rain.")
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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