Yellow-rump warbler on the window-sill within a foot of me inside. HDT ~ October 14, 1855 tinyurl.com/hdt551014

Paddling slowly back the blue of the sky deepens in the reflection. HDT ~ October 14, 1858

Water is always the center of a landscape however distant. HDT ~ October 13, 1852 tinyurl.com/HDTfairhvn

Leaves fallen last night now lie thick on the water – concealing the shore. HDT ~ October 12, 1855 tinyurl.com/hdt-551012

The chickadee's note has a new significance in cooler weather. HDT ~ October 11, 1859

The most brilliant days in the year ushered in by these frosty mornings. HDT ~ October 10, 1857

The witch-hazel here is in full blossom on this magical hillside. (All the year is a spring.) HDT ~ October 9, 1851

Milkweed seeds loosen only when a strong wind blows – so they carry far. HDT ~ October 8, 1851

Now and for a week the chip-birds in flocks on the withered grass and weeds. HDT ~ October 7, 1860 `

A great many crows scattered about the meadow – black against the green. HDT ~ October 18, 1855

It is well to find your employment and amusement in simple and homely things. To have the leisure to see the parallax of cows in a pasture. . . . HDT ~ October 5, 1856 tinyurl.com/HDT-simplicity

Witch-hazel in prime – Yellow leaves by their color conceal the flowers. HDT ~ October 4, 1858 tinyurl.com/hdt-581004

How all poets have idealized the farmer's life! To look down on that roof from a distance in an October evening. No cloud is fairer than that little bluish one comes from his chimney. Never reminded of the idiot that sits by the kitchen fire. HDT ~ October 3, 1859

See sparrows in flocks and have heard more flitting by since the frosts began. HDT ~October 3, 1860

The sour scent of ferns reminds me of the season and of the past years. HDT ~ October 2, 1859 tinyurl.com/hdt-591002

Long changed at Bangor white pines have scarcely begun at all to change here. HDT ~ October 2, 1853 tinyurl.com/hdt-18531002

Now young black birches amid the dense evergreens are clear pale yellow. HDT `~ October 1, 1854

Insects in my path – each has a special errand in this world, this hour. HDT ~ September 30, 1852

What astronomer can calculate the orbit of my thistle-down? HDT ~ September 29, 1858 tinyurl.com/HDT580929

The arum berries are still fresh and abundant – perhaps in their prime. HDT ~ September 28, 1856 tinyurl.com/hdt-arum

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Now the sun lights up the river so it shines like a silver mirror. HDT ~ September 27, 1851

Single red maple bright against the cold green pines – now seen a mile off. HDT ~ September 26, 1854

A slight mistiness - a sea-turn advancing and soon the raw east wind. HDT ~ September 25, 1855 tinyurl.com/hdt-550925

The cinnamon ferns turn yellow or brown before they are frost-bitten. HDT ~ September 24, 1859 tinyurl.com/hdt-cinnamon

These bracing fine days when frosts come to ripen the year, the days, like fruit -- are there any finer days in the year than these? HDT ~ September 22, 1854

The first frost last night – cold but a fine clear day for an afternoon walk. HDT ~ September 1, 1854

On Heywood's Peak by Walden. How soothing to sit on a stump on this height overlooking the pond and study the dimpling circles incessantly inscribed and again erased on the smooth and otherwise invisible surface amid the reflected skies. HDT ~ September 20, 1852

Blackbird all alone singing very earnestly on an apple tree. HDT ~ September 20, 1859

A drought so severe trees here and there have lost nearly all their leaves. HDT ~September 19, 1854

Each plant has its turn! – as if the seasons revolve for it alone. . HDT ~ September 17, 1857

I detect the hawk by his shadow on the rock and look to the sun HDT ~ September 16, 1852

Bidens in the sun – the flower and ornament of the riverside. HDT ~ September 14, 1854 tinyurl.com/hdt-bidens

Here at this season a golden blaze salutes me from a thousand suns. HDT ~ September 13, 1852

This cold white twilight and bright starlight makes us think of wood for winter. HDT ~ September 11, 1854

Dew on a fine grass white and silvery as frost – the newly risen sun. HDT ~ September 10, 1860

Liatris blooming rich fiery rose-purple like the sun rising. HDT ~ September 9, 1852

I don’t remember a page to tell me how to spend this afternoon. How to receive our portion of the infinite. HDT ~ September 7, 1851 ztonephruit.blogspot.com/2011/09/art-...

Incessant flashes lighting the edge of the cloud – a rush of cool wind. HDT ~ September 6, 1854

It is essential always that we love to do what we are doing. HDT ~ September 2, 1851

Each humblest flower marks some phase of human life as the globe goes round. When the flower’s fall is symbol of my own change the flower appears. HDT `~ August 30, 1851

The sky overcast – a sudden vivid green blaze of reflected light. HDT ~ August 28, 1860 www.tinyurl.com/greenblaze

I am surprised by sun-sparkles on the river not seen for some time. HDT ~ August 26, 1859

The creak of the cricket sounds louder, preparatory to a cheerful storm! How grateful to our feelings is the approach of autumn! . . . What a salad to my spirits is this cooler, darker day! A cheering fall rain brings a different mood or season of the mind. HDT ~ August 25, 1852

Crimson undersides of the great white lily pads turned up by the wind. HDT ~ August 24, 1854

Now begins the year's dark green early afternoon when shadows increase. HDT ~ August 23, 1853

Wonderful to find a pitcher-plant with last night's dew in all this drought. HDT~ August 22, 1854 tinyurl.com/hdt-pitcher

Blue vervain flowers now risen near to the top – the season's advance. HDT ~ August 22, 1859 tinyurl.com/hdt-vervain

There are as few or fewer birds heard than flowers seen. HDT ~ August 21, 1852 tinyurl.com/hdt-520821

When the red-eye ceases the woodland quire is dissolved – the concert is over. HDT ~ August 20, 1854