Wednesday, February 19, 2020

Snow now drifting.


February 19.

Snow maybe near a foot deep, and now drifting.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, February 19, 1860


See February 19, 1852 ("Everywhere snow, gathered into sloping drifts about the walls and fences . . . cold, unvaried snow, stretching mile after mile, and no place to sit."); February 19, 1856 (" I think if the drifts could be fairly measured it might be found to be seventeen or eighteen inches deep on a level. ")

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