6 A. M. – To Abel Hosmer's ring-post.
The
ground sprinkled, salted, with little snowlike pellets one tenth of an inch in
diameter, from half an inch to one inch apart, sometimes cohering starwise
together. As if it had spit so much snow only. I think it one form of frost merely,
or frozen dew. Noticed the like a week or two ago. It was gone in half an hour,
when I came back. What is the peculiar state of the atmosphere that determines
these things?
The spearer's light last night shone into my chamber on the
wall and awakened me.
Saw and heard my small pine warbler shaking out his
trills, or jingle, even like money coming to its bearings. They appear much
the smaller from perching high in the tops of white pines and flitting from
tree to tree at that height.
Is not my night-warbler the white-eyed vireo?
— not yet here.
Heard the field sparrow again.
The male Populus grandidentata
appears to open very gradually, beginning sooner than I supposed. It shows some
of its red anthers long before it opens. There is a female on the left, on
Warren's Path at Deep Cut.
Is not the pollen of the P. tremuliformis like rye
meal? Are not female flowers of more sober and modest colors, as the willows
for instance?
The hylas have fairly begun now.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, April 8, 1853
The spearer's light last night shone into my chamber on the wall and awakened me. See April 16, 1855 ("The spearer’s light to-night, and, after dark, the sound of geese honking"); April 25, 1856 ("At evening see a spearer’s light.")
Saw and heard my small pine warbler shaking out his trills, or jingle. See April 2, 1853 ("T Hear and see what I call the pine warbler, --vetter vetter vetter vetter vet, -- the cool woodland sound. The first this year of the higher-colored birds, after the bluebird and the blackbird's wing. It so affects me as something more tender. "). See also A Book of Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, the Pine Warbler
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