It is a clear day with a cold westerly wind, the snow of yesterday being melted. When the sun shines unobstructedly the landscape is full of light, for it is reflected from the withered fawn-colored grass, as it cannot be from the green grass of summer. (On the back of the hill behind Gourgas’s.) The bluebird carries the sky on his back - 3 April. Concord, Mass. 1852
About Me
- The Nag
- Niagara on the Lake, Ontario, Canada
- My virtue is that I say what I think, my vice that what I think doesn't amount to much.
Wednesday, April 04, 2018
3 April 1852 -The Walden Woods Project
Thoreau writes in his journal:
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