'Cloudy and Colder' 



Only two days ago a warm shower set 

 April in our midst, and deceived the 

 dandelions into blooming. Yesterday 

 a north wind brought dense volumes of 

 cold, wet, low-hanging clouds that 

 poured rain and sleet over a lot of 

 rapidly disappearing beauty. Today 

 it is clear and cold, and forest aisles 

 are filling fast. Only the bluegrass 

 holds its color, and still tries to grow. 

 Men who know the psychic value, 

 the strange, indefinable, rejuvenating 

 power of forest depths, find the same 

 fine sense of liberty and re-creation in 

 wildwood paths when trees are bare as 

 when all the greenery is there. At 

 such a time there is brought out some- 

 times in startling fashion the marked 

 individuality of trees, the real per- 

 sonalities of which are more or less 

 disguised when clothed in wigs and 

 gowns. The clinging parasites that 

 flaunt their flowing, modifying lines 

 on noble trunks when suns are hot, fall 

 back, forgotten now, into the dark 



