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fine mass of arrowwood. It has beautifully saw-cut 

 leaves. This saw-cut notching is enough to identify 

 it as the arrowwood (Virburnum dentatum'). In June 

 it sends out its flowers, conspicuous, flat-topped clus- 

 ters or cymes of small, five-lobed blossoms, and these 

 change into small, one-seeded, shining blue berries 

 (drupes) having flattened seeds, and are usually ripe 

 in September. 



Passing on, westward, you go by good sized clumps 

 of Forsythia viridissima. This is the golden bell, 

 which is among the earliest of the shrubs to waken in 

 the spring. With a profusion of wealth, it fairly foams 

 gold, seeming to throw it forth with a lavish fullness, 

 as if to make amends for the harsh paucity of winter. 

 How lovely its bells hang along the arching sprays, or 

 rather they seem more like stars, with their four-lobed 

 corollas burning against the bank. It is a cold heart 

 that cannot warm with the sight of Forsythia in spring. 

 The viridissima carries a very distinguishing leaf. It 

 is lance-oblong and of a beautiful deep, clean green. 

 In the autumn it turns a rich, smooth bronze. The 

 shrub takes its name Forsythia from W. A. Forsyth, an 

 English botanist. Just beyond the Forsythia you will 

 pass another weeping willow, and then you have come 

 to the eastern edge of the platform that marks the 

 resting place of those winged water sprites, the swan 

 boats, the joy of the children in summer. How you 

 love to see them flap off and sweep over the dreaming 

 waters with the happy faced little ones. The silver 

 spangled foam churns behind, and the great white birds 

 float on and on. Would that we went with them into 



