WOODLAND PATHS 



out for available material, for I know that 

 they have had the first word that summer 

 is here. I got it myself from the southerly 

 slope of Blue Hill, a spot to which I like 

 to climb as the lookout goes to the cross- 

 trees, whence the southerly outlook is far 

 and you may sight the sails of spring or 

 summer while yet they are hull down be- 

 low the horizon of the season. 



All creatures love to climb. Here along 

 the rocky path the young gerardias have 

 found a foothold, and put forth strange 

 sinuate or pinnatifid leaves that puzzle you 

 to identify them until you note the last 

 year's stalks and seed-pods, now empty 

 but persistent. Exuberance and young 

 life often take frolicsome ways of expend- 

 ing their vitality. When the gerardias 

 are two months older, and have settled 

 down to the growing of those wonderful 



yellow bells which fill the woodland with 

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