“I see that a shopkeeper
advertises among his
perfumes … “meadow flowers”
and “new mown hay.”
— Henry David Thoreau, March 23, 1856.
I understand why Walden’s steward
would note this on a page; he was a soul
who adorned himself with cattail down
and hazel bud and so appreciated
the heady fragrance of the outdoors,
the desire to acquaint oneself
with all that grows and the seasons
and environs that effect each part
of creation —landscape, biology,
and botanical. I have this rising
sense of awe for the beauty
of God’s gifts —the bud, the bloom,
the river; leaf, mountainside, caterpillar,
and I comprehend why he pondered
over stem and petal, pond and grove,
and asked questions I sometimes
also pose, such as *“Why is the pollen
of flowers commonly yellow?”
Yes, I, too, would like to know.
—C.L. Fisher, June 2020
*Henry David Thoreau, March 28, 1853
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