6.17.2014

the season of small fruits
...Thoreau's Journal: 17-Jun-1854

Another remarkably hazy day: our view is confined, the horizon near, no mountains; as you look off only four or five miles, you see a succession of dark wooded ridges and vales filled with mist. It is dry, hazy June weather. We are more of the earth, farther from heaven, these days. We live in a grosser element. We [are] getting deeper into the mists of earth. Even the birds sing with less vigor and vivacity. The season of hope and promise is past; already the season of small fruits has arrived. The Indians marked the midsummer as the season when berries were ripe. We are a little saddened, because we begin to see the interval between our hopes and their fulfillment. The prospect of the heavens is taken away, and we are presented with a few small berries.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

beautiful

michael jameson said...

the season of hope and promise has passed!,i think we have to see all seasons with hope and promise it is a better way of life!,,yet to see the mists and low clouds in the hills that can drench you walking a few feet can give you a certain verification of realism that you are of the earth. michael jameson oldantiqueguy@hotmail.com