A hoar frost this morning.

February 9.

FEBRUARY 9, 2020

A hoar frost on the ground this morning — for the open fields are mostly bare — was quite a novel sight. I had noticed some vapor in the air late last evening.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, February 9, 1860

A hoar frost on the ground this morning was quite a novel sight. See November 23, 1852 (“You must go forth very early to see a hoar frost, which is rare here”); December 16, 1853 (“These days, when the earth is still bare and the weather is so warm as to create much vapor by day, are the best for these frost works.”); February 12, 1855 (“All trees covered this morning with a hoar frost, very handsome looking toward the sun, —the ghosts of trees.”); January 13, 1859 ("A very remarkable sort of hoar frost, the crystallized fog, which is still increasing, an inch deep on many trees, and gets to be much more,. . . It is quite rare here, at least on this scale. ")

A Book of the Seasons,  by Henry Thoreau,  February 9

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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