The two states of the meadow are to be remembered: first in a March or April wind, as I have described it; second in a perfectly calm and beautiful mild morning or evening or midday, as lately, at the same season, such as I have also partially described, when there are no gulls circling over it. What different thoughts it suggests! Would it not be worth the while to describe the different states of our meadows which cover so large a portion of the town? It is not as if we had a few acres only of water surface. From every side the milkman rides over long causeways into the village, and carries the vision of much meadow’s surface with him into his dreams. They answer to moods of the Concord mind. There might be a chapter: The Sudbury Meadows, the Humors of the Town.