Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Spring is already upon us.


March 30.

Spring is already upon us. 

I see the tortoises, or rather I hear them drop from the bank into the brooks at my approach. 

The catkins of the alders have blossomed. 

The pads are springing at the bottom of the water. 

The pewee [phoebe] is heard, and the lark.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal,  March 30, 1851

The catkins of the alders have blossomed.  See March 22, 1853 ("The very earliest alder is in bloom and sheds its pollen. I detect a few catkins at a distance by their distinct yellowish color. This the first native flower"). See also  A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, the Alders.

The pewee is heard. See  March 30, 1852 ("Saw a pewee from the rail road causeway."). See aslo  March 16, 1854 ("The first phoebe near the water is heard"); March 29, 1858 ("Hear a phoebe early in the morning over the street.") and  A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, the Eastern Phoebe

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

The tenacity of life

March 22.

Every organism, whether animal or vegetable, is contending for the possession of the planet. This suggests an immense and wonderful greediness and tenacity of life  as if each species is bent on taking entire possession of the globe wherever the climate and soil will permit.

Nature opposes to this many obstacles, as climate, myriads of brute and also human foes, and of competitors which may preoccupy the ground. And each species prevails as much as it does, because of the ample preparations it has made for the contest,- it has secured a myriad chances.

It is true we do not know whether one or many plants of a given kind were originally created, but I think it is the most reasonable and simple to suppose that only one was, -- to suppose as little departure as possible from the existing order of things. They spread themselves by whatever means they possessed as far as they could, and they are still doing so, naturalizing themselves in one or the other country. This is more philosophical than to suppose that they were independently created in each.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, March 22, 1861

There is an immense and wonderful tenacity of life.

Consider how soon some plants that spread rapidly by seeds or roots would cover an area equal to the surface of the globe, how soon some species of trees would equal in mass the earth itself, if all their seeds became full grown trees; and how soon some fishes would fill the ocean, if all their ova became full-grown fishes,.

We are tempted to say that every organism, whether animal or vegetable, is contending for the possession of the planet, and, if any one were sufficiently favored it would at length convert the entire mass of the globe into its own substance.

When we consider how soon some plants which spread rapidly, by seeds or roots, would cover an area equal to the surface of the globe, how soon some species of trees, as the white willow, for instance, would equal in mass the earth itself, if all their seeds became full- grown trees, how soon some fishes would fill the ocean if all their ova became full-grown fishes, we are tempted to say that every organism, whether animal or vegetable, is contending for the possession of the planet, and, if any one were sufficiently favored, supposing it still possible to grow, as at first, it would at length convert the entire mass of the globe into its own substance. 

Nature opposes to this many obstacles, as climate, myriads of brute and also human foes, and of competitors which may preoccupy the ground. Each suggests an immense and wonderful greediness and tenacity of life ( I speak of the species, not individual ), as if bent on taking entire possession of the globe wherever the climate and soil will permit. And each prevails as much as it does, because of the ample preparations it has made for the contest,  – it has secured a myriad chances, – because it never depends on spontaneous generation to save it .

A driving northeast snow-storm

March 22.

A driving northeast snow-storm yesterday and last night. To-day the drifts are high over the fences and the trains stopped.  The Boston train due at 8.30 A.M. does not reach here till five this afternoon. One side of all the houses this morning is white with moist snow plastered over them.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, March 22, 1861

The Boston train due at 8.30 A..M. does not reach here till five this afternoon. See December 29, 1853 ("All day a driving snow-storm, imprisoning most, stopping the cars, blocking up the roads."); March 9, 1856 ("The train which should have got down last night did not arrive till this afternoon (Sunday), having stuck in a drift."); December 14, 1859 ("Snow-storms might be classified.This is a fine, dry snow, drifting nearly horizontally from the north, so that it is quite blinding to face,") See also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Snow-storms might be classified


The Boston train due 
at 8.30 A.M. does not 
reach here till five.

A Book of the Seasons,  by Henry Thoreau, A driving northeast snow-storm
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Thursday, March 3, 2011

The frost is out of the ground

March 3.

It is an exceedingly warm and pleasant day. The snow is suddenly all gone except heels, and -- what is more remarkable -- the frost is generally out of the ground, e.g. in our garden, for the reason that it has not been in it.

The snow came December 4th, before the ground was frozen to any depth, has been unusually deep, and the ground has not been again exposed till now. Hence, though we have had a little very cold weather and a good deal of steady cold, the ground generally has not been frozen.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, March 3, 1861

It is an exceedingly warm and pleasant day. The snow is suddenly all gone except heels, and -- what is more remarkable -- the frost is generally out of the ground.
See March 9, 1852 ("[T]he air excites me.  When the frost comes out of the ground, there is a corresponding thawing of the man.”) Compare March 30, 1852 (" Though the frost is nearly out of the ground, the winter has not broken up in me." )

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