Thursday, April 20, 2023

A Book of the Seasons: April 20 ( willows, warmth, hermit thrush, snakes, toads. rain, the experience of a day)

 



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


On the long way home
stars shine like a winter night,
dipper upside down.

Ruby-Crowned Wren on Kalmia Angustifollia


Hear and see my ruby-crowned or crested wren singing at 6 a. m. on Wheildon's pines. April 20, 1859

I find some advantage in describing the experience of a day on the day following. At this distance it is more ideal, like the landscape seen with the head inverted, or reflections in water. April 20, 1854

The Salix purpurea in prime; began, say, 18th. April 20, 1860

A willow coming out fairly, with honey-bees humming on it, in a warm nook. And now different kinds of bees and flies about them. What a sunny sight and summer sound! April 20, 1854

Arbor-vitae? apparently in full bloom. April 20, 1857

C. sees bluets and some kind of thrush to-day, size of wood thrush, — he thought probably hermit thrush. April 20, 1860

H. Mann brings me the hermit thrush. April 20, 1861

Saw a toad and a small snake. April 20, 1853

A striped snake on a warm, sunny bank. April 20, 1854

The painted tortoises are fairly out sunning to-day. April 20, 1854

A very pleasant and warm afternoon; the earth seems to be waking up. April 20, 1854

A warm day. Now begin to sit without fires more commonly, and to wear but one coat commonly. April 20, 1860

Frogs croak in the clear pools on the hillside where rocks have been taken out, and there is frog-spawn there, and little tadpoles are very lively in the sunny water. April 20, 1854

It is a warm evening, and I hear toads ring distinctly for the first time. April 20, 1860

P. M. – Rain-storm begins, with hail. April 20, 1858

Rains all day, taking out the frost and imprisoning me. You cannot set a post yet on account of frost. April 20, 1855

Rain, rain, rain, — a northeast storm. I see that it is raising the river somewhat again. Some little islets which had appeared on the meadow north west of Dodd’s are now fast being submerged again. , April 20, 1856

Setting pines all day. April 20, 1859

Yesterday is like
a reflection in water.
Ideal. Inverted.

April 20, 2014
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.

April 19  <<<<<April 20 >>>>>  April 21   

A Book of the Seasons,  by Henry Thoreau, April 20
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 ©  2009-2023



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