TREES AT LEISURE 



to the human heart, whatever 

 the heart of the tree may or 

 may not experience. To those 

 who know them, the trees, like 

 other friends, seem to have their 

 periods of reaching out for sym- 

 pathetic understanding. How 

 often this outreaching is met 

 with repulse will never be told; 

 for tree friends never reproach 

 us, but wait with calm pa- 

 tience for us to grow into com- 

 prehension. 



In winter, we are prone to 

 regard our trees as cold, bare, 

 and dreary; and we bid them 

 wait until they are again clothed 

 in verdure before we may accord 

 to them comradeship. How- 

 ever, it is during this winter 

 resting time that the tree stands 

 revealed to the uttermost, ready 

 to give its most intimate con- 



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