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, 2 March 1859
We remember autumn to best advantage in the spring; the finest aroma of it reaches us then.—Journal, 9 May 1852
When the frogs dream, and the grass waves, and the buttercups toss their heads, and the heat disposes to bathe in the ponds and streams, then is summer begun.—Journal, 8 June 1850
Who could believe in prophecies of Daniel or of Miller that the world would end this summer while one Milk-weed with faith matured its seeds!—Journal, 24 September 1851
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