The Transition to Winter
November 4, 1855
On this day, Henry David Thoreau wrote in his journal:
"The winter is approaching. The birds are almost all gone. The note of the 'dee de de' sounds now more distinct, prophetic of winter, as I go amid the wild apples on Nashawtuc. The autumnal dandelion sheltered by this apple-tree trunk is drooping and half-closed and shows but half its yellow, this dark, late, wet day in the fall...
Larches are now quite yellow, — in the midst of their fall...
When I look away to the woods, the oaks have a dull, dark red now, without brightness.
The willow-tops on causeways have a pale, bleached, silvery, or wool-grass-like look."