Thoreau writes in his journal:
As I watch the groves on the meadow opposite our house, I see how differently they look at different hours of the day, i. e. in different lights, when the sun shines on them variously . . . 3 P.M.—To the Cliffs and the Grape Cliff beyond . . . As I go up Fair Haven Hill, I see some signs of the approaching fall of the white pine.
