SNUGGING-DOWN DAYS 



1 O-DAY came with a flashing sun 

 that looked through crystal-clear atmos- 

 phere into the eyes of a keen northwest 

 wind that had dried up all of Novem- 

 ber's fog and left no trace of moisture 

 to hold its keenness and touch you with 

 its chill. It was one of those days when 

 the cart road from the north side to the 

 south side of a pine wood leads you from 

 early December straight to early May. 

 On the one side is a nipping and eager 

 air; on the other sunny softness and a 

 smell of spring. It is more than that 

 difference of a hundred miles in latitude 

 which market gardeners say exists be- 

 tween the north and south side of a 

 board fence. It is like having thousand 

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