THIRD WEEK] January 23 



laughs to herself. Thistle seeds are blown to the land's 

 end by the wind; the heavier ticks and burrs are carried 

 far and wide upon the furry coats of passing creatures; 

 but the cherry could not spread its progeny beyond a 

 branch's length, were it not for the ministrations of birds. 

 With birds, as with some other bipeds, the shortest way 

 to the heart is through the stomach, and a choke-cherry 

 tree in full blaze of fruit is always a natural aviary. Where 

 a cedar bird has built its nest, there look some day to see 

 a group of cherry trees; where convenient fence-perches 

 along the roadside lead past cedar groves, there hope 

 before long to see a bird-planted avenue of cedars. And 

 so the marvels of Nature go on evolving, wheels within 

 wheels. 



