BLOSSOM-TIME 



It begins in a little hint of color on the hill- 

 side slopes — a color that no one can name. It 

 is brought about by the swelling of innumerable 

 buds, crimson, purple, olive, yellow, and silver, 

 but very seldom green. 



"And the next thing, in the woods. 

 The catkins in their hoods 

 Of fur and silk will stand, 

 A sturdy little band. 



And the tassels soft and fine 

 Of the hazel will untwine, 

 And the elder branches show 

 Their buds against the snow." 



For most trees shake out their blossoms while 

 their foliage is still folded away in the bud. 

 They are dependent on the capricious will of 

 the wind to set their seed by spreading the pol- 

 len. Outspread leaves would hinder the flight 

 of the precious dust, so it takes place while they 

 are still folded away in their cradles, or at best 



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