WILLOWS AND POPLARS 



lifted up the under side to the sunlight. 

 Many times, doubtless, the winds had shorn 

 and the sleet had rudely trimmed this old 

 veteran, but there remained full life and vigor, 

 even more attractive than that of youth. 



Most of the willows are shrubs rather than 

 trees, and there are endless variations, as I 

 have before remarked. Further, the species 

 belonging at first in the Eastern Hemisphere 

 have spread well over our own side of the 

 globe, so that it seems odd to regard the white 

 willow and the weeping willow as foreigners. 

 At Niagara Falls, in the beautiful park on the 

 American side, on the islands amid the toss of 

 the waters, there are many willows, and those 

 planted by man are no less beautiful than those 

 resulting from Nature's gardening. In spring 

 I have had pleasure in some splendid clumps of 

 a form with lovely golden leaves and a small, 

 furry catkin, found along the edge of the 

 American rapids. I wonder, by the way, how 

 many visitors to Niagara take note of the superb 

 collection of plants and trees there to be seen, 

 and which it is a grateful relief to consider 

 when the mind is wearied with the majesty 



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