How do you celebrate the birthday of an American icon, naturalist, writer, dedicated observer and commentator on the landscape of his native New England? I suggest doing what I did today: sitting under a tree by a pond, painting and listening to bullfrogs twang and water burble over the top of a beaver dam. On my recommended reading list: Walden (just started it), The Maine Woods (took it along with me there this week), and Thoreau’s Country , see last post). Henry David Thoreau, born this day in 1817.
Moon not up. the dream frog’s is such a sound as you can make with a quill on water, a bubbling sound…There goes a shooting star down towards the horizon, like a rocket, appearing to describe a curve. The water sleeps with stars in its bosom. (May 5, 1852, Henry David Thoreau, Thoreau’s Country)