Thoreau writes in his journal:
I see thistle-down, grayish-white, floating low quite across Fair Haven Pond . . .
We have our first green corn to-day, but it is late . . . (Journal, 11:113-114).
Thoreau writes in his journal:
I see thistle-down, grayish-white, floating low quite across Fair Haven Pond . . .
We have our first green corn to-day, but it is late . . . (Journal, 11:113-114).