December 2 . P. M. — Got in my boat, which before I had got out and turned up on the bank. It made me sweat to wheel it home through the s...

October 28 As I paddle under the Hemlock bank this cloudy afternoon, about 3 o’clock, I see a screech owl sitting on the edge of a hollow he...

October 3 The white pines are now getting to be pretty generally parti-colored, the lower yellowing needles ready to fall.  The sumachs ...

October 1 Very heavy rain in the night; cooler now.  P. M. — To Walden.  Examine an Asclepias Cornuti pod, already opening by the wall....

February 12 Living all winter with an open door for light and no visible wood-pile, the forms of old and young permanently contracted thro...

September 28   P. M. — To old mill-site behind Ponkawtasset. The arum berries are still fresh and abundant, perhaps in their prime. A larg...

September 27   Monday. P. M.— To C. Smith's Hill.  The flashing clearness of the atmosphere. More light appears to be reflected from the ...

December 29 Sunrise, December 29, 2022 What a fine and measureless joy the gods grant us by letting us know nothing about the day that is t...

To know and possess the wealth of this afternoon – get the most of life. To see the sun rise or go down every day full of new...