Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Ice has frozen pretty thick in the bottom of my boat.


November 24.

Geese went over on the 13th and 14th, on the 17th the first snow fell, and the 19th it began to be cold and blustering. That first slight snow has not yet gone off! and very little has been added. 

The last three or four days have been quite cold, the sidewalks a glare of ice and very little melting. To-day has been exceedingly blustering and disagreeable, as I found while surveying for Moore. 

The farmers now bring the apples they have engaged (and the cider); it is time to put them in the cellar, and the turnips. 

Ice has frozen pretty thick in the bottom of my boat.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, November 24, 1855

Geese went over on the 13th and 14th, on the 17th the first snow fell.  See November 13, 1855 ("Seventy or eighty geese, in three harrows successively smaller, flying southwest—pretty well west—over the house. A completely overcast, occasionally drizzling forenoon.“);November 17, 1855 ("Just after dark the first snow is falling, after a chilly afternoon with cold gray clouds, when my hands were uncomfortably cold.”);November 18, 1855 ("About an inch of snow fell last night, but the ground was not at all frozen or prepared for it. A little greener grass and stubble here and there seems to burn its way through it this forenoon."); See also November 24, 1860 ("Though a slight touch, this was the first wintry scene of the season. The rabbits in the swamps enjoy it, as well as you.”)

Ice has frozen pretty thick in the bottom of my boat. See November 24, 1853 ("Ice forms in my boat.”);  December 2, 1854 ("Got up my boat and housed it, ice having formed about it.”)

iI is time to put them in the cellar, and the turnips. See November 21, 1860 ("Another finger-cold evening, which I improve in pulling my turnips.”)

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