11 April 1855

by layman k

Rained in the night. Awake to see the ground white with snow, and it is still snowing, the sleet driving from the north at an angle of certainly not more than thirty or thirty-five degrees with the horizon, as I judge by its course across the windowpanes. By mid-afternoon the rain has so far prevailed that the ground is bare. As usual, this brings the tree sparrows and F . hyemalis into the yard again. 

from the journals of Henry David Thoreau