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, . . .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 . . . 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."); 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
January 28, 2019
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 January 29, 1853 (Melvin calls the ducks which I saw yesterday "sheldrakes""); December 27, 1852 ("Not a particle of ice in Walden to-day . . . A black and white duck on it."); 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, . . .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 . . . 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."); 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
This cold afternoon
three ducks sailing the river –
black with white on wings.
The sun-sparkles where
the river is open so
cheerful to behold.
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Sun-sparkles where the river is open.
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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