March 18, 2019
Very high wind this forenoon; began by filling the air with a cloud of dust. Never felt it shake the house so much; filled the house with dust through the cracks; books, stove, papers covered with it. Blew down Mr. Frost's chimney again.
Took up my boat, a very heavy one, which was lying on its bottom in the yard, and carried it two rods.
The white caps of the waves on the flooded meadow, seen from the window, are a rare and exciting spectacle, — such an angry face as our Concord meadows rarely exhibit.
Walk down the street to post-office. Few inhabitants out more than in a rain. Elms bending and twisting and thrashing the air as if they would come down every moment.
P. M. — Walked round by the west side of the river to Conantum.
Wind less violent.
C. has already seen a yellow- spotted tortoise in a ditch.
(Two sizable elms by river in Merrick's pasture blown down, roots being rotted off on water side.)
The willow catkins this side M. Miles's five eighths of an inch long and show some red.
Poplar catkins nearly as large, color somewhat like a gray rabbit.
Old barn blown down on Conantum. It fell regularly, like a weak box pushed over, without moving its bottom, the roof falling upon it a little to leeward. The hay is left exposed, but does not blow away.
The river was at its height last night.
It is very cold and freezing, this wind. The water has been blown quite across the Hubbard's Bridge causeway in some places and incrusted the road with ice.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, March 18, 1854
Very high wind this forenoon . . . very cold and freezing. See March 14, 1853 ("High winds, growing colder and colder, ground stiffening again. My ears have not been colder the past winter . . . March is rightly famous for its winds. "); See also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Signs of the Spring: March is famous for its winds
The white caps of the waves on the flooded meadow, seen from the window. See March 29, 1852 (“The water on the meadows looks very dark from the street . . . There is more water and it is more ruffled at this season than at any other, and the waves look quite angry and black. ”); April 10, 1856 ("Our meadow looks as angry now as it ever can.")
A yellow-spotted tortoise in a ditch. See February 23, 1857 ("I have seen signs of the spring. . . I have seen the brilliant spotted tortoises stirring at the bottom of ditches."): March 22, 1853 ("The Emys guttata is first found in warm, muddy ditches.") See also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, The Yellow-Spotted Turtle (Emys guttata) and A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Signs of the Spring: Frogs, and Turtles Stirring
The willow catkins this side M. Miles's five eighths of an inch long and show some red. See March 10, 1854 ("The willow catkins on the Miles [road] I should say had decidedly started since I was here last, and are all peeping from under their scales conspicuously.") March 21, 1855 ("Early willow and aspen catkins are very conspicuous now. "); See also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Signs of the Spring: Alder and Willow Catkins Expanding
Poplar catkins nearly as large, color somewhat like a gray rabbit. See February 27. 1852 ("The buds of the aspen show a part of their down or silky catkins."); March 4, 1860 ("Aspen down a quarter of an inch out.") ; March 9, 1853 ("The relaxed and loosened (?) alder catkins and the extended willow catkins and poplar catkins are the first signs of reviving vegetation which I have witnessed."); March 10, 1853 ("Methinks the first obvious evidence of spring is the pushing out of the swamp willow catkins, then the relaxing of the earlier alder catkins . . . The early poplars are pushing forward their catkins , though they make not so much display as the willows"); March 22, 1860 ("The phenomena of an average March . . .willow catkins become silvery, aspens downy; osiers, etc., look bright, white maple and elm buds expand and open, oak woods thin-leaved; alder and hazel catkins become relaxed and elongated. ") See also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, the Aspens
March 18. See A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, March 18
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau,
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau
"A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality."
~edited, assembled and rewritten by zphx © 2009-2024
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