28 February 1861
by layman k
Feb.28. P .M. — Down Boston road under the hill. Air full of bluebirds as yesterday. The sidewalk is bare and almost dry the whole distance under the hill.
Turn in at the gate this side of Moore’s and sit on the yellow stones rolled down in the bay of a digging, and examine the radical leaves, etc.,etc. here the edges of grassy banks have the fine fibrous roots of the grass which have been washed bare during the winter extending straight downward two feet (and how much further within the earth I know not), — a pretty dense grayish mass.
The buttonwood seed has apparently scarcely begun to fall yet, — only two balls under one tree, but they loose and broken.’
from the journals of Henry David Thoreau