Wednesday, February 17, 2016

An old-fashioned winter continues.


Some three or four inches of snow fallen in the night and now blowing. 
February 17, 2020

At noon begins to snow again, as well as blow. Several more inches fall.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, February 17, 1856

Snow again, as well as blow
. See January 2, 1856 ("Probably the coldest morning yet, our thermometer 6° below zero at 8 A.M."); January 10, 1856 ("The weather has considerably moderated; -2° at breakfast time (it was -8° at seven last evening)."); February 1, 1856 ("It has been what is called 'an old-fashioned winter.'"); February 6, 1856 (This winter has been remarkable for the abundance of snow.");  February 11, 1856 ("Israel Rice says that he does not know that he can remember a winter when we had as much snow as we have had this winter. "); February 12, 1856 ("forty three days of uninterrupted cold weather . . . twenty-five days the snow was sixteen inches deep in open land!!"); February 19, 1856 (“
 There are five and one half inches more in the wood than on the 12th. and I think this is about the average of what fell on the 17th (night and day). Accordingly, the snow has been deeper since the 17th than before this winter. I think if the drifts could be fairly measured it might be found to be seventeen or eighteen inches deep on a level.”) See also Donald Sutherland, The Long, Hard Winter of 1855-56

February 17. See A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, February 17

Three or four inches 
snow in the night now blowing –
snow again at noon.

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 © 2009-2026

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