WOODLAND PATHS 



catch them sipping honey at this time 

 from any of the recognized sources. Per- 

 haps the full flow of sap which is fairly 

 bursting the young limbs of all trees now 

 leaks enough to give syrup for the tasting, 

 and they are thus more fortunate than 

 their brethren, who will come later and 

 dance attendance on lilac and milkweed. 

 Maple sugar is better than honey. 



There will be blossoms enough for them 

 in the little hollow by and by, though at 

 first it looked so brown and sere. Little 

 by little, after my initiation at the anten- 

 nae of Pyrameis hunt era, I began to see 

 them, a rosette of green under my elbow, 

 perhaps, or a serrate tip farther on. All 

 under the brown grass the green rosettes 

 of biennials and perennials have waited all 

 winter long for a time like this. Out of 

 the cores of growth built with slow labor 



in the increasing chill of autumn they are 

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