June 11.
No one, to my knowledge, has observed the minute differences in the seasons. A book of the seasons, each page of which should be written in its own season and out-of-doors, or in its own locality wherever it may be.
June 11, 1851
„In den dunkelsten Stunden unserer Geschichte gab es am 20. Juli 1944 ein kleines flackerndes Licht, das allzu schnell wieder erlosch. Aber dass es dieses Licht überhaupt gab, darf uns auch heute noch mit großer Dankbarkeit erfüllen.“ (tm) #MerzMail
July 6
That first faint tinge of
moonlight from the east before
day has departed
it is wonderful
our senses ever span so
vast an interval
as the grass turning
to hay and flowers to fruits –
that June is now past.
July 6, 1851
July 4
Rich uncut grass-lands
now waving under the wind
waves of light and shade
sweeping the breadth of the land
waves of light and shade
over the breadth of the landscape
pursuing each other like
waves hastening to break on a shore.
July 4, 1860
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July 2
The cocks crow hoarsely
ushering in the long-drawn
thirsty summer day . . .
The spring of the day
yet I do not remember
the spring far behind.
July 2, 1854
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July 1
I see from this hill
the horizon-edge distinct
clear air after rain.
Shadows pass slowly
over the green forest top
clouds floating in sky.
A late breeze rises
wood thrush and tanager sing
sparkling the river.
July 1, 1854
June 30
Oppressively warm –
haymakers are mowing now
in early twilight.
The lark sings a note
which belongs to New England
summer evenings.
June 30, 1851
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@ThoreausFlowers June 20, 1854 ("Heard a new bird . . . yellow front, dark bill, dark wings with two white bars, all yellow or yellowish breast and beneath. Perhaps never heard it before.")
June 20
Rosa lucida –
stouter hooked prickles than the
R. Carolina.
June 20, 1854
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Crickets are eating the Wild Strawberries
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June 19
The rain comes at a
time and place that baffles all
our calculations.
Suddenly the gust
big drops slanting from the north –
birds fly rudderless.
June 19, 2024
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