PEAR-TREE WISDOM 



HERE is a morning when the June 

 sunlight drops upon the trees, pene- 

 trates no further than a foot into 

 their deep shadiness, then resigns it- 

 self to flooding all the open spaces, 

 leaving the shadows to their own 

 dark ways. The season has come on 

 thus far, and I cannot think where 

 the weeks have gone since first I 

 heard the robin's note. He no longer 

 has that prophetic call, but his note 

 has taken on maturity, and sounds as 

 though ripe cherries had effected a 

 transformation in it. The apples and 

 pears and peaches have done with 

 their pink-and-white finery, and have 

 settled down to labor in their com- 



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