31 January 1854
by layman k
We too have our thaws. They come to our January moods, when our ice cracks, and our sluices break loose. Thought that was frozen up under sternexperi- ence gushes forth in feeling and expression. There is a freshet which carries away dams of accumulated ice. Our thoughts hide unexpressed, like the buds under their downy or resinous scales;they would hardly keep a partridge from starving. If you would know what are my winter thoughts look for them in the partridge’s crop. They are like the laurel buds, – some leaf, some blossom buds, — which, though food for such indigenous creatures, will not expand into leaves and flowers until summer comes.
” Et primitus oritur herba imbribus primoribus evocata,” says Varro.
-from the journals of Henry David Thoreau