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This is June
- To: "OGL" <O*@LSV.UKY.EDU>
- Subject: This is June
- From: "* S* <s*@teleport.com>
- Date: Sun, 6 Jun 1999 08:54:27 -0700
Square Foot Gardening List - http://www.flinet.com/~gallus/sqft.html
I came across this passage last night in a book called _"In Wildness Is the
Preservation of the World"_, photographs by Eliot Porter and selections from
Thoreau's writings. I thought others might enjoy it.
" This is June, the month of grass and leaves . . . already the aspens are
trembling again, and a new summer is offered me. I feel a little fluttered
in my thoughts, as if I might be too late. Each season is but an
infinitesimal point. It no sooner comes than it is gone. It has no duration.
It simply gives a tone and hue to my thought. Each annual phenomena is
reminiscence and prompting. Our thoughts and sentiments answer to the
revolution of the seasons, as two cog-wheels fit into each other. We are
conversant with only one point of contact at a time, from which we receive a
prompting and impulse and instantly pass to a new season or point of
contact. A year is made up of a certain series and number of sensations and
thoughts which have their language in nature. Now I am ice, now I am sorrel.
Each experience reduces itself to a mood of the mind. " - Henry David
Thoreau, June 6, 1857
Tom
Portland OR, Zone 8
http://www.teleport.com/~scut/garden.htm
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