Instead of the white lily, which requires mud, or the common sweet flag, the blue flag (Iris versicolor) grows thinly in the pure water, rising from the stony bottom all around the shore, where it is visited by hummingbirds in June . . .—Walden
Is not all the summer akin to a paradise?—Journal, 9 May 1852
Is not January alone pure winter? December belongs to the fall—is a wintery November—February to the spring—it is a snowy March.—Journal, 9 February 1854
Is not January the hardest month to get through? When you have weathered that you get into the gulf-stream of winter nearer the shores of Spring.—Journal, 2 February 1854
It is a regular spring rain, such as I remember walking in,—windy but warm.—Journal, 12 March 1859
It is chiefly the spring birds that I hear at this hour, and in each dawn the spring is thus revived.—Journal, 4 July 1852
It was summer, and now again it is winter. Nature loves this rhyme so well that she never tires of repeating it.—Journal, 7 December 1856
Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influences of each.—Journal, 23 August 1853
Man's progress through nature should have an accompaniment of music. It relieves the scenery, which is seen through it as a subtler element, like a very clear morning air in autumn.—Journal, 8 January 1842
Many a forenoon have I stolen away, preferring to spend thus the most valued part of the day; for I was rich, if not in money, in sunny hours and summer days, and spent them lavishly; nor do I regret that I did not waste more of them in the workshop or the teacher's desk.—Walden
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