December 21.
It snowed slightly this morning, so as to cover the ground half an inch deep. Walden is frozen over, apparently about two inches thick. It must have frozen, the whole of it, since the snow of the 18th,-- probably the night of the 18th.
It is very thickly covered with what C. calls ice-rosettes, i.e. those small pinches of crystallized snow, -- as thickly as if it had snowed in that form. I think it is a sort of hoar frost on the ice. It was all done last night, for we see them thickly clustered about our skate-tracks on the river, where it was quite bare yesterday.
We are tempted to call these the finest days of the year. Take Fair Haven Pond, for instance, a perfectly level plain of white snow, untrodden as yet by any fisherman, surrounded by snow-clad hills, dark evergreen woods, and reddish oak leaves, so pure and still.
The last rays of the sun falling on the Baker Farm reflect a clear pink color. I see the feathers of a partridge strewn along on the snow a long distance, the work of some hawk perhaps, for there is no track.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, December 21, 1854
Walden is frozen over, . . .probably the night of the 18th. See December 21, 1855 ("Walden is skimmed over, all but an acre, in my cove."); also A Book of the Seasons, First Ice.
We are tempted to call these the finest days of the year. See December 10, 1853 (”These are among the finest days in the year . . .”); October 10, 1856 (" These are the finest days in the year, Indian summer."); May 21, 1854 (“ . . .the finest days of the year, days long enough and fair enough for the worthiest deeds.").
New and collected mind-prints. by Zphx. Following H.D.Thoreau 170 years ago today. Seasons are in me. My moods periodical -- no two days alike.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Popular Posts Last 30 Days.
-
The year is but a succession of days, and I see that I could assign some office to each day which, summed up, would be the history of the ye...
-
April 22. Had mouse-ear in blossom for a week. Observed the crowfoot on the Cliffs in abundance, and the saxifrage. The wind last Wednesda...
-
April 23 . The water has risen one and a half inches at six this morning since last night. It is now, then, eight and a half inches above th...
-
September 28. P. M. — To old mill-site behind Ponkawtasset. Black or purplish-black poke berries hanging around the bright-purp...
"A stone fruit. Each one yields me a thought." ~ H. D. Thoreau, March 28, 1859
No comments:
Post a Comment