In May, I always pick up "Walden"

Though I can't remember when I last read the entire text of "Walden," I always know where to find it in our house.  It never has lived on a bookshelf.  It travels from table to table . . . car to car . . . to table.
The pages are now the color of amber.

In speaking of the coming of Spring, Thoreau wrote:
"It convinces me that Earth is still in her swaddling-clothes, and stretches forth baby fingers on every side.  Fresh curls spring from the baldest brows.  There is nothing inorganic . . . "
Tomorrow is the anniversary of Thoreau's death in 1862.  He, too, was a lover of Nature.
Did he dream in green ?


Here is a very informative website.  (It has nothing to do with Thoreau, though he would have been a composter.)

How to Accelerate Compost eHow.com