OCTOBER DAYS 



and rain storm whips them, writhing and rus- 

 tUng, from the branch. When this storm comes 

 early the losing struggle of the leaves is almost 

 pathetic. 



After the great leaf fall, nature seems to 

 pause. There are warm bright days, the Oaks 

 are virtually untouched, the Willows are green, 

 and yet the fiat has gone forth, and for the rest 

 they simply struggle with fate. Yet before the 

 end the Oaks adorn the landscape with their 

 sombre reds glorified by the sunlight, the Willows 

 yellow, and Peach and Pear orchards show mar- 

 vellous colorings quite beyond expectation. 



T5I 



