in Thoreau’s Journal:

I am most impressed by the rapidity of the changes within a week….The sugar maples in our streets are now green with young leaves.

Methinks the scent is a more primitive inquisition than they eye.–– more oracular and trusty-worthy. When I criticise my own writing I go by the scent, as it were. The scent reveals of course what is concealed from the other senses— By it I detect earthiness.