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Matsumoto Hoji |
March 24, 1859 in Thoreau's journal
Can you ever be sure that you have heard the very first wood frog in the township croak? Ah! how weather-wise must he be! There is no guessing at the weather with him. . . . The weather, what is it but the temperament of the earth? and he is wholly of the earth, sensitive as its skin win which he lives and of which he is a part. His life relaxes with the thawing ground. He pitches and tunes his voice to chord with the rustling leaves which the March winds have dried . . . His is the very voice of the weather. He rises and falls like quicksilver in the thermometer.
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