SPRING. 



1. PUSSY WILLOW. 



A LL winter long Mother Nature had sent her 

 ** winds to rock the babies' cradles. Back and 

 forth they had rocked, lulling the baby buds to sleep. 



Mother Nature did not want them to waken, 

 for Jack Frost was king outside. She feared that 

 her babies would freeze. 



In the fall she had tucked them up snugly and 

 given them a warm coverlet to keep out the cold. 

 So the baby buds had slept soundly all winter. 



At last it was time to awaken. Mother Nature 

 sent her March winds to rouse the little buds. 



There was another king of the air. The beautiful 

 golden sun was king now. 



