Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Expecting Spring

February 18.

Now for the first time decidedly there is something spring-suggesting in the air and light. 

Though not particularly warm, the light of the sun (now travelling so much higher) on the russet fields, —the ground being nearly all bare, —and on the sand and the pines, is suddenly yellower.

It is the earliest day-breaking of the year. 

We now begin to look decidedly forward and put the winter behind us. We begin to form definite plans for the approaching spring and summer. 

The winter darkness will not recover the ground it has lost. 

I listen ever for something springlike in the notes of birds, some peculiar tinkling notes.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, February 18, 1855

I listen ever for something springlike in the notes of birds, some peculiar tinkling notes.See February 18, 1857 ("The snow is nearly all gone, and it is so warm and springlike that I walk over to the hill, listening for spring birds."); see also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Signs of the Spring:Listening for the Bluebird

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