Nature’s hoarse summer voice?  Wind shuffling leaves and crickets rubbing hands together?  I like the metaphor, but nevertheless can’t quite capture what it is.

‘Nature has found her hoarse summer voice again, like the lowing of a cow let out to pasture.’  20 May 1856

Source: Henry David Thoreau, The Journal 1837-1861, Damion Searls (ed.), preface by John R. Stilgoe (New York: New York Review Books, 2009), p. 387

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