At Well Meadow I notice, as usual, that the common cress has been eaten down close, and the uncertain coarse sedge there, etc. The skunk-cabbage leaf-buds have just begun to appear, but not yet any hellebore. The senecio is considerably grown, and I see many little purplish rosettes of Viola pedata leaves . . .

  To speak of the general phenomena of March: When March arrives, a tolerably calm, clear, sunny, springlike day, the snow is so far gone that sleighing ends and our compassion is excited by the sight of horses laboriously dragging wheeled vehicles through mud and water and slosh . . .

  To proceed with March: Frost comes out of warm sand-banks exposed to the sun, and the sand flows down in the form of foliage . . .