April 8, 1859

in Thoreau’s Journal:

As I stood by the foot of a middling-sized white pine the other day, one of the very windy days, I felt the ground rise and fall under my feet, being lifted by the roots of the pine, which was waving in the wind, so loosely are they planted.

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The epigea is not quite out.

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