TREES AT LEISURE 



restless, conquering instead of 

 unceasing, sentient instead of 

 unaware. 



February is of the winter 

 months the impressionist, the 

 colorist. In December the forest 

 masses on the hills were brown 

 or gray; now they are painted 

 in warm purple and the same 

 royal color is to be seen in the 

 shadows of the snowy valleys 

 through a veil of sapphire haze 

 that brings sky and forest and 

 white hills into restful unity. 

 This slowly increasing richness 

 of color of the late winter in our 

 northern landscapes is not often 

 appreciated. Long before the 

 frost leaves the ground and the 

 snow slinks away from the hill- 

 sides, the impulse of the warm- 

 ing sun is caught in bark and 

 buds. It is this warm tint of 



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