October 13, 1852

in Thoreau’s Journal:

Many maples have lost all their leaves—and are shrunk all at once to handsome clean grey wisps on the edge of the meadows where crowded together at a distance they are like smoke. This is a sudden and important change— Produced mainly I suppose by the rain of Sunday 10th. The autumnal tints have commonly already lost their brightness— It lasts but a day or two Corn spurrey & spotted Polygonum & Polygala

Fair Haven Pond methinks never looks so handsome as at this season. It is a sufficiently clear & warm rather Ind. Summer day—and they are gathering the apples in the orchard— The warmth is more required & we welcome & appreciate it all. The shrub oak plain is now a deep red—with grayish withered apparently white oak leaves intermixed — The chicadees take heart too & sing above these warm rocks. Birches hickories—aspens &c in the distance are like innumerable small flames on the hill sides about the Pond.


The Pond is now most beautifully framed with the autumn tinted woods & hills— The water or lake from however distant a point seen is always the center of the landscape. Fair Haven lies more open & can be seen from more distant points than any of our ponds. The air is singularly fine-grained—the sward looks short & firm. The mts are more distant from the rest of the earth & slightly impurpled. Seeming to lie up more. How peaceful nature— There is no disturbing sound, but far amid the Western hills, there rises a pure white smoke in constant volumes.

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