The year is but a succession of days,
and I see that I could assign some office to each day
which, summed up, would be the history of the year.
Henry Thoreau, August 24, 1852
Scream of the first hawk
as inspiring as the
voice of a spring bird.
March 6, 1858
March 6, 2015
A cool morning. . . . the ponds are hard enough for skating again. March 6, 1854
They are fishing on Flint’s Pond to-day, but find it hard to get on and off. March 6, 1860
Still stronger wind, shaking the house, and rather cool. This the third day of wind. March, 1855
The snow is now all off on meadow ground, in thick evergreen woods, and on the south sides of hills, but it is still deep in sprout-lands, on the north sides of hills, and generally in deciduous woods. March 6, 1854
I can scarcely see a heel of a snow-drift from my window. March 6, 1860
This morning, the ground being still covered with snow, there was quite a fog over the river and meadows, which I think owing to a warm atmosphere over the cold snow. March 6, 1853
3 P. M. 44º. Fair and springlike, i.e. rather still for March, with some raw wind. Pleasant in sun. March 6, 1860
The bare water here and there on the meadow begins to look smooth, and I look to see it rippled by a muskrat. March 6, 1854
Old Mr. Joe Hosmer chopping wood at his door. . . . I told him I was studying lichens, pointing to his wood. March 6, 1852
Mr. Stacy tells me that the flies buzzed about him as he was splitting wood in his yard to-day. March 6, 1860
Jonas Melvin says he saw hundreds of “speckled” turtles out on the banks to-day in a voyage to Billerica for musquash. March 6, 1860
I see the skunk-cabbage started about the spring at head of Hubbard's Close, amid the green grass, and what looks like the first probing of the skunk. March 6, 1854
To Yellow Birch Swamp. We go through the swamp near Bee-Tree, or Oak, Ridge, listening for blackbirds or robins and, in the old orchards, for bluebirds. March 6, 1859
Hear and see the first blackbird, flying east over the Deep Cut, with a tchuck, tchuck, and finally a split whistle. March 6, 1854
C. hears the nuthatch. March 6, 1860
I hear the well-known note and see a flock of F. hyemalis flitting in a lively manner about trees, weeds, walls, and ground, by the roadside, showing their two white tail-feathers. March 6, 1860
I see the first hen-hawk, or hawk of any kind, methinks, since the beginning of winter. Its scream, even, is inspiring as the voice of a spring bird. March 6, 1858
They are fishing on Flint’s Pond to-day, but find it hard to get on and off. March 6, 1860
Still stronger wind, shaking the house, and rather cool. This the third day of wind. March, 1855
The snow is now all off on meadow ground, in thick evergreen woods, and on the south sides of hills, but it is still deep in sprout-lands, on the north sides of hills, and generally in deciduous woods. March 6, 1854
I can scarcely see a heel of a snow-drift from my window. March 6, 1860
This morning, the ground being still covered with snow, there was quite a fog over the river and meadows, which I think owing to a warm atmosphere over the cold snow. March 6, 1853
3 P. M. 44º. Fair and springlike, i.e. rather still for March, with some raw wind. Pleasant in sun. March 6, 1860
The bare water here and there on the meadow begins to look smooth, and I look to see it rippled by a muskrat. March 6, 1854
Old Mr. Joe Hosmer chopping wood at his door. . . . I told him I was studying lichens, pointing to his wood. March 6, 1852
Mr. Stacy tells me that the flies buzzed about him as he was splitting wood in his yard to-day. March 6, 1860
Jonas Melvin says he saw hundreds of “speckled” turtles out on the banks to-day in a voyage to Billerica for musquash. March 6, 1860
I see the skunk-cabbage started about the spring at head of Hubbard's Close, amid the green grass, and what looks like the first probing of the skunk. March 6, 1854
To Yellow Birch Swamp. We go through the swamp near Bee-Tree, or Oak, Ridge, listening for blackbirds or robins and, in the old orchards, for bluebirds. March 6, 1859
Hear and see the first blackbird, flying east over the Deep Cut, with a tchuck, tchuck, and finally a split whistle. March 6, 1854
C. hears the nuthatch. March 6, 1860
I hear the well-known note and see a flock of F. hyemalis flitting in a lively manner about trees, weeds, walls, and ground, by the roadside, showing their two white tail-feathers. March 6, 1860
I see the first hen-hawk, or hawk of any kind, methinks, since the beginning of winter. Its scream, even, is inspiring as the voice of a spring bird. March 6, 1858
On the rock this side
the Leaning Hemlocks, is the
track of an otter.
March 6, 1856
I saw where he came out of a hole in the ice, and tracked him forty rods, to where he went into an other. Saw where he appeared to have been sliding. March 6, 1852
He has left some scentless jelly-like substance an inch and a half in diameter there, yellowish beneath, maybe part of a fish, or clam (?), or himself. March 6, 1856
Also a squirrel’s track on the snow over Lee’s Hill. The outside toe on the forefeet is nearly at right angles with the others. This also distinguishes it from a rabbit’s track. March 6, 1856
Observed a mouse or mole's nest in the Second Division Meadow, where it had been made under the snow, —a nice warm globular nest March 6, 1855
There were many small paths or galleries in the meadow leading to this from the brook some rod or more distant. March 6, 1855
The leaves still hanging on some perhaps young swamp white oaks are remarkably fresh, almost ochre-colored brown. March 6, 1856
There is a very picturesque large black oak on the the Bee-Tree Ridge, of this form:
March 6, 1859
The slender black birches, with their catkined twigs gracefully drooping on all sides, are very pretty. March 6, 1859
Like the alders, with their reddish catkins, they express more life than most trees. March 6, 1859
Most trees look completely at rest, if not dead, now, but these look as if the sap must be already flowing in them, — and in winter as well. March 6, 1859
In woodland roads you see where the trees which were bent down by ice, and obstructed the way, were cut off the past winter; their tops lie on one side. March 6, 1859
The hemlock cones have shed their seeds, but there are some closed yet on the ground. March 6, 1853
Part of the pitch pine cones are yet closed. March 6, 1853
Found three or four parmelias caperata in fruit on a white oak on the high river-bank between Tarbell's and Harrington's. March 6, 1852
The earth has to some extent frozen dry, for the drying of the earth goes on in the cold night as well as the warm day. March 6, 1854
A still and mild moonlight night and people walking about the streets. March 6, 1860
March 6, 2022
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, The hen-hawk
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Birches in Season
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, The Sheldrake (Merganser, Goosander)
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, The Lesser Redpoll
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, the Pitch Pine
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, The Alders
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, the Dark-eyed Junco (Fringilla hyemalis)
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, the Musquash
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, The Yellow-Spotted Turtle (Emys guttata)
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, I have seen Signs of the Spring:
March 6, 2017
If you make the least correct
observation of nature this year,
you will have occasion to repeat it
with illustrations the next,
and the season and life itself is prolonged.
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 © 2009-2022
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