WOODLAND PATHS 



is stored. You may have a mouthful of 

 honey if you will bite off the tiny bulbs at 

 the very ends of these cornucopias, a 

 honey that has a fragrant sweetness that 

 is unsurpassed in flavor. Nor are the 

 bees behind you in knowledge. They may 

 not reach the honey through the mouth of 

 the horn, but they, too, can bite, and many 

 a flower shows it, now that their season 

 is passing. Their coral red and yellow 

 glows with a rich radiance in the dusk 

 under the cedars, and they have climbed 

 far higher than the gerardias. 



With the columbine, right up onto the 

 very ledges themselves, have come the 

 barberry bushes. They must have seen 

 the summer coming, and they were the 

 first to pass the hint on to me, for they 

 have hung themselves with all the gold in 

 their jewel boxes, pendant racemes of 



exquisite jewel work everywhere, their 

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