Thursday, January 18, 2018

Singular little hollows in the sand.

January 18

At the Dugan Desert, I notice, under the overhanging or nearly horizontal small white oaks and shrub oaks about the edge, singular little hollows in the sand, evidently made by drops of rain or melting snow falling from the same part of the twig, a foot or two, on the same spot a long time. 

They are very numerous under every such low horizontal bough, on an average about three quarters of an inch apart or more. They are a third of an inch wide and a quarter to even three quarters of an inch deep; made some days ago evidently. 

The F. hyemalis about.  I hear that the Emerson children found ladies’-delights out yesterday.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, January 18, 1858

The F. hyemalis about. See December 28, 1856 ("Am surprised to see the F. hyemalis here."); December 29, 1856 ("Do not the F. hyemalis, lingering yet, and the numerous tree sparrows foretell an open winter?");  January 3, 1858 ("I see a flock of F. hyemalis this afternoon, the weather is hitherto so warm."). See also January 23, 1858 ("The wonderfully mild and pleasant weather_continues. The ground has been bare since the 11th. . . .  There has been but little use for gloves this winter, though I have been surveying a great deal for three months. The sun, and cockcrowing, bare ground, etc., etc., remind me of March.") and A Book of the Seasons,  by Henry Thoreau, the Dark-eyed Junco (Fringilla hyemalis)


Ladies'-delight. Viola tricolor (pansy) ; see Botanical Index to Thoreau's Journal


January 18. A Book of the Seasons,  by Henry Thoreau, January 18




A Book of the Seasons,  by Henry Thoreau
"A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality.”
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