December 12

December 12, 1840 in Thoreau’s Journal:

The young pines springing up in the cornfields from year to year are to me a much more refreshing fact than the most abundant harvests. My last stronghold is the forest.

December 12, 1851 in Thoreau’s Journal:

Ah, dear nature, the mere remembrance, after a short forgetfulness, of the pine woods! I come to it as a hungry man to a crust of bread.

December 12, 1859 in Thoreau’s Journal:

The night comes on early these days, and I soon see the pine tree tops distinctly outlined against the…cold western sky.


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