Bracing cold, and exhilarating sunlight

Veronica srpyllifolia

November 11.

A fine, calm, frosty morning, a resonant and clear air except a slight white vapor which perchance is the steam of the melting frost.  Bracing cold, and exhilarating sunlight on russet and frosty fields. Apples are frozen on the trees and rattle like stones in my pocket.   I wear mittens now.

I stop at Lee's Cliff, and there is a Veronica serpyllifolia out. 

I hear the cawing of crows toward the distant wood.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, November 11, 1853

November 11, 1853 updated.  See A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Apples are frozen on the trees

Apples are frozen on the trees and rattle like stones in my pocket. December 19, 1850 ("The wild apples are frozen as hard as stones, and rattle in my pockets, but I find that they soon thaw when I get to my chamber and yield a sweet cider.")

I hear the cawing of crows toward the distant wood. See January 12, 1855 ("I hear faintly the cawing of a crow far, far away, echoing from some unseen wood-side")