Thoreau for your Sunday…

The grass in the high pastures is almost as dry as hay.The seasons do not cease a moment to revolve, and therefore Nature rests no longer at her culminating point than at any other.If you are not out at the right instant, the summer may go by and you not see it.How much of the year is spring and fall!how little can be called summer!the grass is no sooner grown than it begins to wither.The Journal-August 19,1851.

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