My Aunt Maria asked me to read the life of Dr. Chalmers, which however I did not promise to do. Yesterday, Sunday, she was heard through the partition shouting to my Aunt Jane, who is deaf, “Think of it! He stood half an hour to-day to hear the frogs croak, and he wouldn’t read the life of Chalmers."
Too cold for the birds to sing much. There appears to be more snow on the mountains. Many of our spring rains are snow-storms there. The woods ring with the cheerful jingle of the F. hyemalis. This is a very trig and compact little bird, and appears to be in good condition. The straight edge of slate on their breasts contrasts remarkably with the white from beneath; the short light-colored bill is also very conspicuous amid the dark slate; and when they fly from you, the two white feathers in their tails are very distinct at a good distance. They are very lively, pursuing each other from bush to bush. Could that be the fox-colored sparrow I saw this morning,—that reddish-brown sparrow?
I do not now think of a bird that hops so distinctly, rapidly, and commonly as the robin, with its head up.
Why is the pollen of flowers commonly yellow?
read a book that another wants you to read or spend the time experiencing nature at your own pace making observations and attaching feelings,using your senses and being enchanted by nature gives one pleasant memories,or using your imagination in the writing of another,both have there places but when given the chance nature wins,as it should. michael jameson email@example.com
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