January 28, 2019
See three ducks sailing in the river behind Prichard's this afternoon, black with white on wings, though these two or three have been the coldest days of the winter, and the river is generally closed.
Though somewhat cool, it has been remarkably pleasant to-day, and the sun-sparkles where the river is open are very cheerful to behold.
The sun-sparkles where the river is open are very cheerful to behold. See February 27, 1852 ("The main river is not yet open but in very few places, but the North Branch, which is so much more rapid, is open near Tarbell's and Harrington's, where I walked to-day, and, flowing with full tide bordered with ice on either side, sparkles in the clear, cool air, . . . If rivers come out of their icy prison thus bright and immortal, shall not I too resume my spring life with joy and hope ?"); March 20, 1853 ("It is glorious to behold the life and joy of this ribbon of water sparkling in the sun. The wind ... raises a myriad brilliant sparkles on the bare face of the pond, an expression of glee, of youth, of spring, as if it spoke the joy of the fishes within it and of the sands on its shore. It is the contrast between life and death. There is the difference between winter and spring. The bared face of the pond sparkles with joy."); April 9, 1859 ("Standing low and more opposite to the sun, then all these dark-blue ripples are all sparkles too bright to look at. Water agitated by the wind is both far brighter and far darker than smooth water."); May 24, 1860 ("How perfectly new and fresh the world is seen to be, when we behold a myriad sparkles of brilliant white sunlight on a rippled stream!")
January 28. See A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, January 28
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, January 28, 1853
See three ducks sailing in the river though these two or three have been the coldest days of the winter, and the river is generally closed. See December 27, 1852 ("Not a particle of ice in Walden to-day. . . . A black and white duck on it."); January 29, 1853 (Melvin calls the ducks which I saw yesterday "sheldrakes""); February 1, 1853 ("Saw a duck in the river; different kind from the last"); February 3, 1853 ("Saw three ducks in the river."); See also February 27, 1860 ("This [sheldrake] is the first bird of the spring that I have seen or heard of."); March 5, 1857 ("I scare up six male sheldrakes, with their black heads, in the Assabet,—the first ducks I have seen”) and A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, The Sheldrake (Merganser, Goosander)
The sun-sparkles where the river is open are very cheerful to behold. See February 27, 1852 ("The main river is not yet open but in very few places, but the North Branch, which is so much more rapid, is open near Tarbell's and Harrington's, where I walked to-day, and, flowing with full tide bordered with ice on either side, sparkles in the clear, cool air, . . . If rivers come out of their icy prison thus bright and immortal, shall not I too resume my spring life with joy and hope ?"); March 20, 1853 ("It is glorious to behold the life and joy of this ribbon of water sparkling in the sun. The wind ... raises a myriad brilliant sparkles on the bare face of the pond, an expression of glee, of youth, of spring, as if it spoke the joy of the fishes within it and of the sands on its shore. It is the contrast between life and death. There is the difference between winter and spring. The bared face of the pond sparkles with joy."); April 9, 1859 ("Standing low and more opposite to the sun, then all these dark-blue ripples are all sparkles too bright to look at. Water agitated by the wind is both far brighter and far darker than smooth water."); May 24, 1860 ("How perfectly new and fresh the world is seen to be, when we behold a myriad sparkles of brilliant white sunlight on a rippled stream!")
January 28. See A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, January 28
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