SUMMER 



vals makes the old woods resound with 

 his " teacher " crescendo. 



The sky lark and the oriole, blue bird 

 and meadow lark swell the feathered 

 chorus from the fields and orchards, 

 while from the cover of the trees the 

 woodthrushes, flickers and warblers all 

 contribute to the festival of song. 



The beech sprouts underneath the 

 trees have now developed their twin 

 leaves and no longer may be eaten. 

 The beech nuts in the rich bed of leaves, 

 if missed by the squirrels and birds in 

 the Spring, send down a root in the 

 soil, and the nut itself is raised on the 

 stem almost in its original state, later 

 developing into a young tree. These 

 tender shoots retain their nutty flavour 

 and are mighty good to eat, as the small 

 boy knows. 



Along the path beyond the big chest- 

 nut, where here and there splashes of 

 sunlight illuminate the bark of the 

 leaning beech and fall on a bank of 

 green moss, a scent more luring than 

 anything else at this time of year is 

 first encountered. The path leads us 

 half-way into the open to meet the dis- 

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