Out of the Past

Thoreau
October 23







and Other Natural History Essays

Henry David Thoreau
Henry David Thoreau
American Writer

Nodding Bur Marigold (Bidens cernua)
Nodding Bur Marigold (Bidens cernua)
Downy Woodpecker
Downy Woodpecker
Excursions
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The Complete Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson & Henry David Thoreau
The Journal of Henry David Thoreau: 1837-1861
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Thumbing Through Thoreau
Thumbing Through Thoreau
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On The Study Of Words
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Walden
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Walden, or Life in the Woods Poster
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A pleasant day, but breezy. I see a downy woodpecker tapping an apple tree, and hear, when I have passed, his sharp, metallic note.

I notice these flowers still along the railroad causeway : fresh sprouts from the root of the Solidago nemoralis in bloom, one or two fall dandelions, red clover and white, yarrow, Trifolium arvense (perhaps not fresh), one small blue snapdragon, fresh tansy in bloom on the sunny sand bank.

There are green leaves on the ends of elder twigs; blackberry vines still red; apple trees yellow and brown and partly bare; white ash bare (nearly); golden willows yellow and brown; white birches, exposed, are nearly bare; some pines still parti-colored. White, black, and red oaks still hold most of their leaves. What a peculiar red has the white! And some black have now a rich brown. 

I go through Brooks's Hollow. The hazels bare, only here and there a few sere, curled leaves on them. The red cherry is bare. The blue flag seed-vessels at Walden are bursting - six closely packed brown rows. I find my clothes all bristling as with a chevaux-de-frise of beggarticks, which hold on for many days.



A storm of arrows these weeds have showered on me, as I went through their moats. How irksome the task to rid one's self of them! We are fain to let some adhere. Through thick and thin I wear some; hold on many days. In an instant a thousand seeds of the bidens fastened themselves firmly to my clothes, and I carried them for miles, planting one here and another there. They are as thick on my clothes as the teeth of a comb.

1853

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