Counting trees in Conant's Swamp

November 23.

November 23, 2019

Sunday. 

The trees (counting all three inches in diameter) in Conantum Swamp are:

        Bass                                              6
        Black ash                                      8
        Elm                                              10 (See if all are really elms.)
        Red (?) oak                                   2
        White ash                                      2
        Walnut                                           3
        Apple                                             5
        Maple                                            9
        Hornbeam                                     2
        Swamp white (?) oak                    1

Dogwood also there is, and cone-bearing willow, and what kind of winterberry with a light-colored bark?

Another such a sunset to-night as the last, while I was on Conantum.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, November 23, 1851

Another such a sunset. See November 22, 1851 ("The light of the setting sun, just emerged from a cloud . . .after a raw and louring afternoon near the beginning of winter, is a memorable phenomenon.") See also November 9, 1858 (“ We had a true November sunset after a dark, cloudy afternoon. The sun reached a clear stratum just before setting, beneath the dark cloud, though ready to enter another on the horizon’s edge, and a cold, yellow sunlight suddenly illumined the withered grass of the fields around, near and far, eastward. Such a phenomenon as, when it occurs later, I call the afterglow of the year."); November 10, 1858 ("Dark-blue or slate-colored clouds in the west, and the sun going down in them. All the light of November may be called an afterglow."); November 14, 1853 ("The clear, white, leafless twilight of November, and whatever more glowing sunset or Indian summer we have then is the afterglow of the year.”); November 17, 1858 ( The setting sun, too, is reflected from windows more brightly than at any other season. “November Lights" would be a theme for me. "); November 25, 1850 ("When I got up so high on the side of the Cliff the sun was setting like an Indian-summer sun. "); November 25, 1851 ("That kind of sunset which I witnessed on Saturday and Sunday is perhaps peculiar to the late autumn. The sun is unseen behind a hill. Only this bright white light like a fire falls on the trembling needles of the pine."); November 25, 1858 ("You are surprised, late these afternoons, a half an hour perhaps before sunset, after walking in the shade or on looking round from a height, to see the singularly bright yellow light of the sun reflected from pines,."); November 25, 1850 ("When I got up so high on the side of the Cliff the sun was setting like an Indian-summer sun."); November 29, 1852 ("About 4 o'clock, the sun sank below some clouds, or they rose above it, and it shone out with that bright, calm, memorable light which I have else where described, lighting up the pitch pines and everything."); November 29, 1853 ("Suddenly a glorious yellow sunlight falls on all the eastern landscape. . . I think that we have some such sunsets as this, and peculiar to the season, every year. I should call it the russet afterglow of the year.")