Thoreau writes in his journal:
The ideal of a market is a place where all things are bought and sold. At an agricultural meeting in New York the other day, one said that he had lately heard a man inquiring for spurry seed; he wanted it to sow on drifting sand. His presumption had been that if he wanted it, i.e., if there was a demand, there was a supply to satisfy that demand. He went simply to the shop instead of going to the weed itself. But the supply does not anticipate the demand.
This is the second day of rain, and the river has risen about as high as any time this year.
P.M.—To Cliffs by boat in the misty rain . . .
The mouse-car is now fairly in blossom in many places. It never looks so pretty as now, in an April rain, covered with pearly drops. Its corymbs of five heads with one in the centre (all tinged red) look like a breast-pin set with pearls . . .
