January 26

1852
in Thoreau’s Journal:
 
In winter we will think brave, hardy, and most native thoughts. Then the tender summer birds are flown.
 

In few countries do they enjoy so fine a contrast of summer and winter. We really have four seasons, each incredible to the other. Winter cannot be mistaken for summer here. Though I see the boat turned up on the shore, and half buried under snow, as I walk over the invisible river, summer is far away with its rustling reeds.

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1853
in Thoreau’s Journal
 
It is surprising how much room there is in nature if a man will follow his proper path.