New Walks in Old Ways 



fall in our dooryard. There is no 

 better shrub to plant along the north 

 wall of your house, or in a shady nook. 

 A flattened seed is fattening inside of 

 each, immersed in liquid red. You will 

 find something interesting also within 

 those scarlet decorations that tell you 

 that your Thunberg Barberry is ex- 

 pecting cold weather soon. 



An old wild cherry tree, with a 

 spread of thirty feet or more, bore a big 

 crop this year, and as I walked by it 

 the other day it was filled with robins 

 filled with cherries. Apparently they 

 were so sated that they cared little for 

 my presence underneath the branches 

 on which they sat. In fact, at first I 

 did not discover them at all. It was 

 only when I reached for the tip-end of 

 a limb to test the fruit myself that the 

 first bird made a move. Then the 

 whole party flitted about, disclosing 

 that the harvest was on in earnest. 

 They did not leave the tree, however. 

 It has been a hot, dry summer, and 

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