FEBRUARY 



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Chickadees were everywhere, and very noisy. 

 They worked quite as much on snow-covered twigs 

 as on the sheltered side of branches. In the cedar 

 swamp they popped in and out of snow caverns 

 among the branches, often tipping over great piles 

 of snow and dodging them with a jolly " chick-a- 

 dee-dee-dee." 



BOLLES: Land of the Lingering Snow. 



There is no winter necessarily in the sky, though 

 snow covers the earth. The sky is always ready to 

 answer to our moods. We can see summer there 

 or winter. 



THOKKAU: Winter. 



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The woods roar, the waters shine, and the hills 

 look invitingly near. You do not miss the flowers 

 and the songsters, or wish the trees or the fields 

 any different, or the heavens any nearer. Every 

 object pleases. A rail fence, running athwart the 

 hills, now in sunshine and now in shadow, how 

 the eye lingers upon it! Or the straight, light- 

 gray trunks of the trees, where the woods have re- 

 cently been laid open by a road or a clearing, 

 how curious they look, and as if surprised in un- 

 dress ! Next year they will begin to shoot out 

 branches and make themselves a screen. 



BURROUGHS: Winter Sunshine. 



