Henry Thoreau, March 17, 1857
I am on the alert for the first signs of spring,
to hear the chance note of some arriving bird,
or the striped squirrel’s chirp,
for his stores must be now nearly exhausted,
or see the woodchuck venture out of his winter quarters.
~ Walden
Dreaming of summer
this warm and pleasant day – I
take off my mittens.
February 12, 1854
January 25. A very cold day. Saw a man in Worcester this morning who took a pride in never wearing gloves or mittens. But this morning he had to give up. The 22d, 23d, 24th, and 25th of this month have been the coldest spell of weather this winter. January 25, 1854
January 25. It is a rare day for winter, clear and bright, yet warm. The warmth and stillness in the hollows about the Andromeda Ponds are charming. You dispense with gloves. January 25, 1855
February 12. I am not aware till I come out how pleasant a day it is. It was very cold this morning, and I have been putting on wood in vain to warm my chamber, and lo! I come forth, and am surprised to find it warm and pleasant. There is very little wind, here under Fair Haven especially. I begin to dream of summer even. I take off my mittens. February 12, 1854
February 23. I have seen signs of the spring. February 23, 1857
March 7. At 9 o'clock P.M to the woods by the full moon. It is rather mild to-night. I can walk without gloves. There is no snow on the trees. The ground is thinly covered with a crusted snow, through which the dead grass and weeds appear, telling the nearness of spring. March 7, 1852
The first pleasant days
of spring come out like a squirrel
and go in again.
March 7, 1855
March 19. A fine clear and warm day for the season. Launch my boat. P. M. — Paddled to Fair Haven Pond. Very pleasant and warm, when the wind lulls and the water is perfectly smooth. I make the voyage without gloves. March 19, 1855
March 20. It is remarkable by what a gradation of days which we call pleasant and warm, beginning in the last of February, we come at last to real summer warmth. At first a sunny, calm, serene winter day is pronounced spring, or reminds us of it; and then the first pleasant spring day perhaps we walk with our greatcoat buttoned up and gloves on. March 20, 1855
April 3. About 8.30 P. M. I walked to the Clamshell Hill. It is very cold and windy, and I miss my gloves, left at home. Colder than the last moon. April 3, 1852
April 3. It is somewhat warmer, but still windy, and I go to sail down to the Island and up to Hubbard’s Causeway. Most would call it cold to-day. I paddle without gloves. April 3, 1855
April 9. 5.15 A. M. —To Red Bridge just before sunrise. Fine clear morning, but still cold enough for gloves. A slight frost, and mist as yesterday curling over the smooth water. April 9, 1855
April 10. The morning of the 6th, when I found the skunk cabbage out, it was so cold I suffered from numbed fingers, having left my gloves behind. Since April came in, however, you have needed gloves only in the morning. April 10, 1855
April 22. Though my hands are cold this morning I have not worn gloves for a few mornings past, — a week or ten days. April 22, 1855
May 6. To-day it has spit a little snow and is very windy (northwest) and cold enough for gloves. Is not that the true spring when the F. hyemalis and tree sparrows are with us singing in the cold mornings with the song sparrows, and ducks and gulls are about? May 6, 1854
- Frogs, and Turtles Stirring
- Alder and Willow Catkins Expanding
- Mosses Bright Green
- My Greatcoat on my Arm
- The spring note of the chickadee
- Buzzing Flies
- Perla-like Insects Appear
- Insects and worms come forth and are active
- The Softened Air of these Warm February Days
- The gobbling of turkeys
- The Red-wing Arrives
- Red Maple Sap Flows
- The Skunk Cabbage Blooms
- Ducks afar, sailing on the meadow
- Listening for the bluebird
- A Sunny Nook in Spring
- A Change in the Air
- Bright blue water
- Greening grasses and sedges
- Braided Ripples of Melting Snow Shine in the Ruts
- Skunks Active
- The Striped Squirrel Comes Out
- The crowing of cocks, the cawing of crows
- The Hawks of March
- March is famous for its winds
- The anxious peep of the early robin
- Ripples made by fishes
- The note of the dark-eyed junco going northward
- The Spring Note of the Nuthatch
- The Song Sparrow Sings
- The grackle arrives
- Woodpeckers tapping
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Signs of the Spring: Walking without Gloves
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 © 2009-2024
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