November 10, 1851


in Thoreau’s Journal:

This morning the ground is once more whitened with snow—but it will apparently be gone in an hour or two.  I live where the pinus rigida grows—with its firm cones almost as hard as iron—armed with recurved spines….

We are greatly indebted to these transition seasons or states of the atmosphere, which show us thus phenomena which belong not to the summer or the winter of any climate.