April 12, 1852


in Thoreau’s Journal:

When I look closely I perceive the sward beginning to be green under my feet—very slightly.  It rains with sleet & hail yet not enough to color the ground.  At this season I can walk in the fields without wetting my feet in grass.

April 10, 1853


in Thoreau’s Journal:

….maples and birches in front–with pines in the rear—making a low wild shore…The young trees & bushes now making apparent islands on the meadows are there nearly in this proportion I should think i.e. in deep water— Young maples—willows—button bushes—red osier…

April 9, 1859


in Thoreau’s Journal:

Watching the ripples fall and dart across the surface of low-lying and small woodland lakes is one of the amusements of these windy March and April days.

April 8, 1859


in Thoreau’s Journal:

The epigaea is not quite out.  The earliest peculiarly woodland herbaceous flowers are epigaea, thalictrum, and (by the first of May) Viola pedata.  These grow quite in the woods amid dry leaves, nor do they depend so much on water as the very earliest flowers. I am perhaps more surprised by the growth of the Viola pedata leaves by the side of paths amid the shrub oaks, and half covered with oak leaves, than by any other growth, the situation is so dry and the surrounding bushes so apparently lifeless.

April 7, 1855



in Thoreau’s Journal:

As to which are the earliest flowers, it depends on the character of the season, and ground bare or not, meadows wet or dry, etc., etc., also on the variety of soils and localities within your reach.

April 6, 1853


in Thoreau’s Journal:

One thing I may depend on, there has been no idling with the flowers. Nature loses not a moment, takes no vacation. They advance as steadily as a clock. 

April 5, 1854


in Thoreaus Journal:

These days when a soft W or SW wind blows & it is truly warm & an outside coat is oppressive––these bring out the butterflies & the frogs––& the marsh hawks which prey on the last. Just so simple is every year. Whatever year it may be….Begin to look off hills & see the landscape again through a slight haze with warm wind on the cheek.

April 4, 1853


in Thoreau’s Journal:

Rain Rain

To Clematis Brook via Lee’s Bridge. Again I notice that early reddish or purplish grass that lies flat on the pools––like a warm blush suffusing the youthful face of the year. A warm dripping rain heard on ones umbrella as on a snug roof––and on the leaves without suggests comfort–– We go abroad with a slow but sure contentment like turtles under their shells–– We never feel so comfortable as when we are abroad in a storm with satisfaction–– Our comfort is positive then. We are all compact & our thoughts collected. We walk under the clouds & mists as under a roof….   A rainy day is to the walker in solitude and retirement like the night––few travelers are about––& they half hidden under umbrellas and confined to the highways. One’s thoughts run in a different channel than usual–– It is somewhat like the dark day––it is a light night.

April 3, 1853


in Thoreau’s Journal:

The last two Tribunes I have not looked at-  I have no time to read newspapers- If you chance to live & move and have your being in that thin stratum-in which the events which make the news transpire––thinner than the paper on which it is printed––then these things will fill the world for you–but if you soar above or dive below that plain—you cannot remember nor be reminded of them.

April 2, 1856


in Thoreau’s Journal:

It is evident that it depends on the character of the season whether this flower or that is the most forward; whether there is more or less snow or cold or rain, etc. 

April 1, 1854


in Thoreau’s Journal:

April has begun like itself––  It is warm & showery—while I sail away with a light SW wind toward the Rock–– Sometimes the sun seems just ready to burst out-yet I know it will not–– The meadow is becoming bare It resounds with the sprayey notes of blackbirds —  The birds sing this warm and showery day after a fortnight’s cold (yesterday was wet too) with a universal burst & flood of melody.