#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Minute Man Trail, Concord, MA

2 September 1841. Concord, Mass.

Thoreau writes in his journal:

I saw a green meadow in the midst of the woods to-day which looked as if dame nature had set her foot there, and it had bloomed in consequence. It was the print of her moccasin

(Journal, 1:279-281) ~ Excerpt, 1841 The Thoreau Log, Walden Woods Project

Minute Man Trail, Concord, MA

Oh, the humidity today, waking up, going for a run with my youngest. A short one, as it turns out, in the woods. We very quickly overheated. Still, it was a great day to be outdoors, as August weekends are numbered. We put the bikes on the car and drove to Concord, to the Minute Man Trail, It’s a wonderful trail through meadows and fields and historic markers of the Revolutionary War. Once again, it was pretty, pretty, well, too hot. I couldn’t get my core cool. We fell in love with the trail, but turned back. Drove for a swim at Farm Pond. Ahhhhh. That was the cooling refreshment I needed. I swam around the island through spots of cold and hot in the late afternoon. And I worked for a bit this morning on the new poem, getting a new revision. Still wondering about it. I picked all the cherry tomatoes in a basket and all the ripe tomatoes so that tomorrow, during the storm, I can roast the cherries and prep the large ones for freezing. Tomatoes in the winter to thaw and feel nourished by the taste of summer.