Several of you may be chuckling at the irony of the quote used in the previous blog.
It is now over a month later, and I am just getting around to writing about those days at Walden Pond.
“The heat” that Thoreau spoke of was of course not a reference to weather, but to capturing a moment soon after its occurrence.
I trust that my memories are still at least lukewarm –
but after this next entry,
there will be only a few more posts to somehow
express the essence of the peak of summer.
Then it’s time to catch up to the present moment.
Meanwhile – summer is moving on with or without me !
Corn grows in the night.
HDT Journal, June, 1841
1 month ago