CHANGEABLE WEATHER 



two short weeks of hot summer sun and we are 

 clamouring for rain, we are weary of the rattle of 

 water-cans and cowl, and the coils of the hose have 

 become snake-like and venomous ; patience has gone. 

 A ' spell of frost ' or a foot of snow with a frozen 

 water-pipe have almost enlisted us among the army 

 of grumblers. 



But let us think, it is to this so-called changeable- 

 ness that a great debt of thanks is due, to it our 

 country-side owes much of its beauty, it is the very 

 life and source of its varying delight, and of ever 

 fleeting tones of shade. 



It gives us the rift of eau-de-nil in the banks of EVENING SUN AFTER 



A WET AUTUMN DAY 



storm-driven clouds in shortening days of blustering 

 wind and downpour, when leaves are falling fast, and 

 the blazing glistening rays of evening sunshine burst 

 through and reveal a dripping world transformed and 

 illuminated by colour : the sodden limbs of elms, 

 chrome-yellow-leaved, are traced in deepest black. 



It flashes brilliance where pointed larches drop 

 fine threads of gold, fires ruddy maples, gilds the 

 silver-columned birch and burnishes the copper- 

 browns of beech. 



