Thoreau for your Saturday…

As I go through the Cassandra Ponds, I look round on the young oak woods still clad with rustling leaves in the winter, with a feeling as if it were their last rustle before the spring, but then I reflect how far away still is the time when the new buds swelling will cause these leaves to fall. We thus commonly antedate the spring more than any other season, for we look forward to it with more longing. We talk about spring as at hand before the end of February, and yet it will be two good months, and one sixth part of the whole year, before we can go a-maying…We may not even see the bare ground, and hardly the water, and yet we sit down and warm our spirits annually with this distant prospect of spring…

Journal-March 2,1859.

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thanks for visiting tim’s weed patch today!

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