5.30 A.M.—To Pinxter Swamp over Hill.

  A little sunshine at the rising. I, standing by the river, see it first reflected from E. Wood’s windows before I can see the sun. Standing there, I hear that same stertorous note of a frog or two as was heard the 13th, apparently from quite across all this flood, and which I have so often observed before. What kind is it? It seems to come from the edge of the meadow . . .

  P.M.—Round Walden.

  The Stellaria media is abundantly out. I did not look for it early, it was so snowy. It evidently blossomed as soon after the 2d of April—when I may say the [snow] began to go off in earnest as possible. The shepherd’s-purse, too, is well out . . .