1892
Feb. 4
Concord, Massachusetts.
Mass.
Concord - Cloudless, the sky of a peculiarly tender, pale
blue, the sunshine warm. A high N. W. wind, yet
not a cold wind for the season.
[margin]Damsdale &
Estabrook Woods[/margin]
  It snowed all day yesterday, and the night before
as well, but at no time very heavily, only about six
inches falling in all. The snow was moist and heavy
and as there was no wind it clung to every twig
loading the trees with a burden of spotless white.
I walked up through the Damsdale late yesterday
afternoon before the storm had quite ceased. The
woods were very beautiful everywhere, but especially
where there were evergreens intermixed. Under some
of the pines the ground was perfectly bare the
branches having intercepted literally every snow flake.
The gray birches, almost without exception, were
bent down so that their tops nearly or quite
touched the ground. They looked like great
ostrich plumes. The broad wood path through
Mr. Derby's woods was completely closed by them
so that I had to leave it and follow the
margin of the brook. Saw no tracks whatever.
[margin]Snow-laden
trees.[/margin]
  This morning I went to the lime kiln, riding
up the Estabrook road on a wood sled.
The scene, after we had fairly entered the woods,
was simply one of bewildering beauty. I can
find no words to describe it but I do not
think I have ever seen it equalled before.
The forest had put on an exercise robe. Not a
tree or a bush of whatever species that was not
clad wholly in purest white. Even the pines
showed scarce a trace of green or brown. Their