It is quite mild and pleasant to-day.
I saw a little green hemisphere of moss which looked as if it covered a stone, but, thrusting my cane into it, I found it was nothing but moss, about fifteen inches in diameter and eight or nine inches high.
When I broke it up, it appeared as if the annual growth was marked by successive layers half an inch deep each. The lower ones were quite rotten, but the present year's quite green, the intermediate white. I counted fifteen or eighteen.
It was quite solid, and I saw that it continued solid as it grew by branching occasionally, just enough to fill the newly gained space, and the tender extremities of each plant, crowded close together, made the firm and compact surface of the bed.
There was a darker line separating the growths, where I thought the surface had been exposed to the winter.
It was quite saturated with water, though firm and solid.
H.. D. Thoreau, Journal, December 1, 1850
It is quite mild and pleasant to-day. See November 29, 1852 ("November 29, 30, and December 1. have been the mildest and pleasantest days since November came in.”); December 2, 1859("Nov. 30, Dec. 1 and 2 were remarkably warm and springlike days, — a moist warmth.”)
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