4.25.2007

Thoreau's Journal: 25-Apr-1857

Suppose we were to drink only the yellow birch sap and mix its bark with our bread, would not its yellow curls sprout from our foreheads, and our breath and persons exhale its sweet aroma? What sappy vigor there would be in our limbs! What sense we should have to explore the swamps with!

3 comments:

Lary Kleeman said...

"sappy vigor"...Thoreauvian wordsmithing at its best!

Cathy said...

Head for the swamp - Birch leaves in our hair . . . .

Patrice said...

Obviously Henry's "sap" was flowing that day!