8.26.2006

Thoreau's Journal: 26-Aug-1856

I rest and take my lunch on Lee’s Cliff, looking toward Baker Farm. What is a New England landscape this sunny August day? A weather-painted house and barn, with an orchard by its side, in midst of a sandy field surrounded by green woods, with a small blue lake on one side. A sympathy between the color of the weather-painted house and that of the lake and sky. I speak not of a country road between its fences, for this house lies off one, nor do I commonly approach them from this side. The weather-painted house. This is the New England color, homely but fit as that of a toadstool. What matter though this one has not been inhabited for thirty years? Methinks I hear the crow of a cock come up from its barn-yard.

2 comments:

slskenyon said...

I like it--again, reminding me of home. I was just commenting to someone recently about the little things that make New England unique--the feel to the air, the landscape....can't wait to get back, especially in time for the fall. A visit to Walden Pond may be in order...

Jean said...

happily found your blog...by way of "this moment".