Edwin Way Teale was an American naturalist, photographer, and Pulitzer Prize-winning writer. Teale's works serve as primary source material documenting environmental conditions across North America from 1930 - 1980. He is perhaps best known for his series The American Seasons, four books documenting over 75,000 miles (121,000 km) of automobile travel across North America following the changing seasons.
For those interested in North American nature studies Edwin Way Teale is inevitably a force to contend with. His biography is summarized on Wikipedia. He came to my attention via the reference to his Strange Lives of Familiar Insects in Dillard's Pilgrim At Tinker Creek. His four volume "Seasons" represents the notable accomplishment of crossing the country's cardinal directions in subsequent seasons and documenting an encyclopedia's worth of information about flora, fauna, weather, human impact, etc. with then (50s/60s) nascent ecological sensibilities.
This work appeals to me for its contributions to ecological science, for its literary merits, down to earth reporting and just plain good stories if you like things like eagle’s nests and the world's deepest spring, a couple hundred foot hole in the ground that turns into a river at your feet - but also for the audacity and drama of undertaking a many thousands of miles road trip around the US. Beats a desk job trying to assuage clients whose life savings is down the drain.
It took me a little more than a year to read this book and what a wonderful companion during COVID-19. I wish someone would make an illustrated / annotated edition; I spent a lot of time happily researching places he described (and wondering if they are still in existence) as well as flora and fauna he and Nellie encountered and observed. Wanted to read the last chapter yesterday (Summer Solstice) but had friends over celebrating so I finished it today. What a beautiful book, a treasure. Thank you M for the gift of this book.
Is spring my new favorite season? The next lilac bush I smell may just seal the deal.
Things I learned or think about: - that red stalk coming out of Tillandsia is not the flower, but in fact the thing that protects the flower (I’ve been lying for so long!) - migrations occurring vertically in space, as well as horizontally (in soil, water, mountains, who knows how else!) - I’m still afraid of the swamp but I want to see those floating islands in Florida - Eels are crazy! what a journey! who knew! - the whole universe inside of a venus flytrap.
The prose in this book is beautiful. I love that it was written 70 years ago because it is neat to have a verbal look at what eastern America's wild places were like then. I would love to visit some of the places he writes about. A wonderful, peaceful, informative, joyful read.
This was my second seasonal trip with Edwin Way Teale and his wife Nellie. For this spring journey, the Teales started in the Everglades of Florida, where spring first begins in the U.S. And they started not in March , but on February 22, as spring that far south arrives much earlier than it’s official equinox date. Immediately, they began to see birds and waterfowl that were beginning their migration north. Jogging back and forth across Florida for several days, the Teales headed across swamps and lakes, hiking around areas where birds, diamondback rattlers, and alligators were populous, eventually making their way on March 21st to the Wakulla River, where the Wakulla Spring is said to be the largest and deepest spring on earth. They observed the monarch butterflies as they headed north, saw whooping cranes in Audubon Park in New Orleans, and ventured into western Louisiana, where they rode in a mudboat, a flat-bottomed boat that can glide on mud or water. They passed under immense live oaks, that were “like a cathedral”. Again, I learned so much from this journal of their travels, such as that buzzards, as they dine on dead or dying animals, actually keep disease from spreading, both by eating up these animals, and leaving behind a share of their digestive juices, which kill germs! Other tidbits—The Great Smoky Mountains is one of the most biologically diverse areas on the planet; flora and fauna found no other place in the southern U.S. is found there, brought southward from Canada along the ridges of the Appalachian mountain chain. And I learned about vertical migration, when, come spring, birds, like Carolina Juncos, and other life moves not northward across the continent, but up a mountainside, after spending winters in the valleys. Ending their journey on June 20th, the Teales were at Mount Washington, in the White Mountains of New Hampshire, where the climate is comparable to that at the Great Barrens, above the Arctic Circle. There, at 4 a.m., it is already getting light; “with this sunrise the tide of light reached it’s annual flood to begin the long slow rollback to the low ebb of December”. This was such an enjoyable read, full of simple truths and reflections on life as well as the natural world, written with eloquence.
This book meets the challenge in the group A Book for All Seasons, topic #6, a book related to the current equinox.
I first discovered Edwin Way Teale's books about 40 years ago in a branch of Edmonton Public Library. This wonderful naturalist and author wrote 4 books on travelling through the seasons across America, as well as one on springtime in Britain, that despite being written in the early 1950s, still are fresh and inspiring to read today. I have never looked at "common weeds" or insects the same way since reading that first book back in the '70s. I wish I could have met the man, and his constant companion/wife, Nellie--they sound like extraordinary people. Teale's writing is full of quiet humour and quiet poetry. Here is a sample from one of the last paragraphs of the book: "The season had swept far to the north; it had climbed mountains; it had passed into the sky. Like a sound, spring spreads and spreads until it is swallowed up in space. Like the wind, it moves across the map invisible; we see it only in its effects. It appears like the tracks of the breeze on a field of wheat, like shadows of wind-blown clouds, like tossing branches that reveal the presence of the invisible, the passing of the unseen." I very seldom re-read books but I make an exception for Edwin Way Teale's books--they never get old.
North with Spring is the first of four books written by Edwin Way Teale and his wife Nellie's 17,000-mile journey America in spring, summer, autumn and winter. Published in 1951 , North with Spring begins in the Florida Keys and proceeds northward zig-zagging along most of the eastern seaboard. The prose in this book is priceless. It is a superb account of natural history, scientific discovery of the time and quaint tales of the average americans who live in the out of the way places they visited. Perhaps the best thing about this book is it's record of ecosystems and people as they were in the mid 20th Century. Traveling these environs a short 66 years later prove how quickly many have been impacted by humans; many being reduced or disappearing altogether. For anyone who enjoys our the natural wonder of our nation, this is a must read.
I finished this book as a reading challenge category "a book you started but never finished". I started reading this book a few years ago and only got through the first few chapters. But when I picked it back up this time I really enjoyed it. Read it in the springtime and you can really smell and hear, as well as picture the scenes he describes.
As a lover of road trips and an admirer of the minutiae of nature, i loved this first installment in Edwin Way Teale's four-part series exploring the seasons' changes across the United States. In this one, Teale and his wife journey from southern Florida to the Canadian border of Vermont over the course of the four months of spring. Along the way, he describes all the flora and fauna, with an emphasis on flowers and birds. This was a really fun book to read to get a glimpse of places that are intriguing to me, such as the Everglades and Cape Cod. I also thoroughly enjoyed the introduction to floating islands, which I didn't know about, the Venus fly trap's natural habitat, and the life cycle of eels. This is a book jam-packed with detail, but the chapters were broken up into bite-sized pieces that made the book easy to read and not so daunting. I was elated when I saw this book, and Autumn Across America (the next installment and the one I'm most interested in, for the places he visits in my favorite season) in the library of my summer place of employment. Even online, copies of this series seemed hard to acquire. Alas, my summer job has come to an end and I did not get to check out Autumn Across America..but perhaps I will enlist the help of friends and snag the copy nonetheless. If you see it on my "currently reading," you'll know my plan has been successful...
This book was recommended to me years ago by a nature loving friend, it was for sure worth the read. Written the same year I was born, it was a great accompaniment to spring arriving here in St. Louis and has made me more aware and a tiny bit more knowledgeable of what I am seeing and hearing and smelling around me. I plan to visit several of the places he and his wife encountered on the trip. I’m going to re-read it next year, much more slowly, really study it, take the time to google the hundreds of plants, insects, birds, and mammals he observes and chronicles in the book, plus the scenery and locations he describes, from swamps to forests to mountains to rivers, lakes, creeks, and the ocean. This is the first of four seasonal travel/naturalist books he wrote, winning the Pulitzer Prize for one of them. I also want to read more of a bio on the author, he tells of meeting up with and interacting with a number of scientists, naturalists, park employees, guides, and others who live the natural world. He talks about visiting a naturalist friend, Rachel Carson, and this was 10 years before she wrote her consciousness-changing classic Silent Spring.
Although spring officially begins on the Vernal Equinox, March 20 of this year (2018), the book begins in February with the spring before spring in South Florida. That is when spring begins in Everglades. Indeed, the author and his wife covered most of Florida before reaching the official beginning of spring on the Vernal Equinox.
As the Author pointed out, Florida has a north-south distance equal of New England and greater than any other state East of the Mississippi. By April 1, they were barely into Georgia and Exploring the Okefenokee. The end of April brought them well into North Carolina and they entered the New Jersey Pine Barrens around May 1. June 1 saw them only into New York, with a part of that month to explore New England as far as Northern Vermont and end the season at the famed Mount Washington and Crawford Notch.
On the may there they almost certainly passed through Chattanooga though they do not mention the city where I now reside. In Chapter 16, “The Underground River,” Teale recorded a trip through Nickajack Cave years before the construction of the dam which flooded portions of it, and Chapter 17, “The Poisoned Hills,” is a description of the Copper Basin before reclamation. Copper mines and smelting had killed the trees and left the soil with a red tint. With descriptions of significant landmarks on either side of the city, they must have passed through.
Teale and his wife Nellie visited more natural areas than I can record in this brief review, but I find some particularly interesting. The description of the Pine Barrens recalled John McPhee’s book by the same title. The Chapters on Cape Cod and Walden Pond and surrounding areas called to mind time I have spent in those locations.
The book is a great read. I have challenged myself to read all four books of the series, The American Seasons, in one year, and have now completed two, North with The Spring, and Wandering Through Winter. They are now out of print but available from used book dealers. I eagerly await delivery of my copy of Journey into Summer, and already have a copy of Autumn Across America, portions of which I read several years ago.
I began and was so taken aback and appalled that he mentioned a horrible little black kitten was mangled by a burly man. I just could not get past this and could NOT finish the book.
Over the course of the first two months of 2025, I read all four of Edwin Way Teale’s seasonal travelogues. I didn’t read them in seasonal order because of vagaries in availability at my library. I read them in the order of summer, autumn, winter, and spring.
I know that some reviewers here on GoodReads consider North with the Spring, Teale’s first book in the American Seasons series, as the best of the four, but I don’t agree. It is very good (4.5 stars out of 5, in my opinion). But the book feels like Teale is feeling his way and getting his bearings in this endeavor (compared with the later volumes). Alternately, since I spent most of my life on the East Coast, perhaps I’m just a bit too familiar with some of these places and they weren’t as “exotic” as some of the locales featured in the later books with which I am less familiar; I’ll grant that’s a real possibility. Nevertheless, I think the summer account is the best of the lot.
Teale and his wife Nellie traveled in the late 1940s for Spring, and this book, more than the others (which documented travels a bit later in the 20th century), shows how much the world has changed.
The Teales needed to take a ferry to get to Sanibel Island off Florida’s Gulf Coast; now, there’s a causeway that connects the island to the mainland (and has allowed the island to become developed).
After the Teales visited Nickajack Cave in Tennessee, it was partially flooded by a reservoir constructed by the Tennessee Valley Authority.
Teale advocated for the protection of North Carolina’s Burgaw Savanna, a wet prairie featuring a spectacular display of unusual plants. The savannah was drained and tilled in the 1960s after the Teales visited (though a much smaller wet prairie nearby featuring many of the same plants was later discovered and protected; it is sometimes called the “ghost prairie”).
Some of the anecdotes in the book seem dated, misinformed, and almost benighted in hindsight. Teale seems to celebrate and revel in unbridled herpetile collecting. There are depressing accounts of shooting birds and abusing cats. His descriptions of “Negroes” flirt with condescending.
In contrast, one passage describing a hike in the Great Smoky Mountains (“Mountain Meadows”) is truly prescient of contemporary social media and images generated by machine learning. When Teale was awed by a particularly expansive view, he writes,
“ ‘Why, I have been in this very spot before!’
But I knew I never had. Each time I was remembering a picture instead of a place, an illustration made where I stood among much-photographed peaks. In these days of television, motion pictures, and an ever-growing number of elaborately illustrated magazines, such vicarious experiences are rapidly multiplying. … During recent years, the actual and the vicariously experienced events have become more than ever mixed in our minds. Not only the present but the past, not only life but memory as well, has taken on a new complexity.”
Lovely, classic nature writing —my hardcover was published in 1951. The tone is comforting. The structure and much content is experientially driven and place-based.
The Teales rendezvous with various local experts and learn from them. Teale adds fascinating observations and nuggets of information connected to the plants, animals, insects, land, and weather that they encounter.
In this first in a four book Pulitzer-winning Seasons series by the noted naturalist Edwin Way Teale (June 2, 1899 - October 18, 1980), Teale and his wife ( also a naturalist) Nellie (September 13, 1900 - July 18, 1993) decide to follow the spring northward starting in Florida in February 1947, immersing themselves in the natural world.
The book resulting from their nature-focused journey is dedicated to their only child David, who died in battle in Europe in March 1945 as a 19 year old soldier during World War 2. The 17,000 mile journey was undertaken, in part, to help them heal from their grief.
In 1948 Teale served as President of the Thoreau society and in 1949, Edwin and Nellie moved to rural Northeastern CT, later documented in his book A Naturalist Buys an Old Farm. Today, the Teales’ former home is an Audubon property known as Trail Wood and can be visited in person and online (there is an extensive web site with many photographs.)
"Everywhere in the Northern Hemisphere spring had come and gone. The season had swept far to the north; it had climbed mountains; it had passed into the sky. Like a sound, spring spreads and spreads until it is swallowed up in space. Like the wind, it moves across the map invisible; we see it only in its effects. It appears like the tracks of the breeze on a field of wheat, like shadows of wind-blown clouds, like tossing branches that reveal the presence of the invisible, the passing of the unseen. So spring had spread from Georgia to North Carolina, from Virginia to Canada, leaving consequences beyond number in its wake. We longed for a thousand springs on the road instead of this one. For spring is like life. You never grasp it entire; you touch it here, there; you know it only in parts and fragments. Reflecting thus as we started south on that first morning of summer - on the day of the summer solstice, the longest day of the year - we were well aware that it is only on the calendar that spring comes to so sudden a termination. In reality its end is a gradual change. Season merges with season in a slow transition into another life."
This was a beautiful book. I learned a lot, and the descriptions are precise and often gorgeous. Teale took his journey more than 70 years ago now, and I enjoyed looking up some of the locations he visits to see how they have changed. I also found myself looking up images of plants and birds or recordings of bird calls every few pages.
I thoroughly enjoy reading these books a little bit at a time. He tells great stories of the things they saw on their trip, and puts in a lot of facts about animals and plants and history along the way. I didn’t quite finish the book, but we are definitely into summer now so I’m putting it away.
Teale goes beyond narration and looks into little known side jaunts, explaining the history of the place. I'd love to follow in his footsteps, but wonder if I even could. I imagine many changes have taken place in the 70 plus years.
As a child I was a budding naturalist and my mother gave me this book. (I was 11 YO) I loved it. I now have the complete set and need to go back to them.
This book is a book of naturalist observations on a roadtrip through Spring in 1951. You kind of can't forget that it's written in 1951, but in a way, that's okay.
30 years ago I saw this title in a list of essential books for a small library. Our library had this book but having been published in 1963, it looked old, out of date and the pictures inside were somewhat blurry and black and white. Forward to 2021 when I found this book again on a library discard cart in a small village in New York. This time it looked rather more valuable and I had remembered it from the list 30 years before. I bought it, brought it home and it has been my nightly just-before-you-go-to-sleep reading since then. I love the writing of Edwin Way Teale; so descriptive, humorous, and thoughtful. This book came to be known as the first in his American Seasons series; he and his wife traveling the United States in search of each season in Nature. In the Spring book they travel from Florida to New Hampshire, starting several days before sunrise on the first day of Spring and concluding their journey at sunset on the last day of Spring in June. Ironically, having discovered this book in late August, I ended up reading it in the Fall. But it was so beautifully written it didn’t seem to matter. I’m looking forward to my night-time reading through the rest of the series. Thank you Edwin Way Teale.
The prose in this book is beautiful. I love that it was written 70 years ago because it is neat to have a verbal look at what eastern America's wild places were like then, and having visited and worked in some of the places it was a great read to see what the lands looked like many years ago. . A wonderful, peaceful, informative, joyful read.
Although this book has many interesting tidbits about nature, it was too random for me. It is a series of unrelated short essays about places they stopped mostly along the eastern seaboard. The smattering of phenology failed to provide much structure for this road trip roughly from southern Florida to Maine, but with a bewildering side trip to Louisiana. I'd rather go out birding than read this book.
BIG NERD TIME I think I heard about this book at a photography seminar with Joel Sternfield. I was frantically nerding out writing down the name of any book he was speaking of fondly and thus... I never did finish it, but it wasn't out of ill will toward the book.
Excellent random character bits The red tide is frightening Spring moves really fucking fast