TREE-PLANTING AND PROTECTION 



'' N spring-time we renew — and review — life. 

 The sound of the whispering pines brings to 

 us vivid memories of the fall vacation. The 

 brightness of carnation colorings suggests the 

 seaside and the great gardens at Ocean Park 

 and Redondo, where the spicy odors mingle with the salt 

 savor of the west winds. When the oak log on the open 

 fire snaps and sparkles and sends out a pungent perfume, it 

 brings before my mind's eye a succession of beautiful pictures 

 of oak groves: those veiled with long gray moss at Santa 

 Barbara and at Paso del Robles; a side hill at Glendale 

 where the soft-foliaged white oak veils the hillside, and "the 

 little truant waves of sunlight pass," while the lupines and 

 the collinsias nod below; the great campus at Berkeley 

 framed in what Keith calls the "Tree of Character"; the 

 valleys of the North where grow the weeping oaks, our 

 native trees, justly celebrated for their stately appearance. 



"He who plants a tree plants to all posterity." The 

 phrase lingers in memory, but it is not true, not at least in the 

 southern half of California. Nowhere in the world does 

 plant life flourish, only to languish as rapidly, as in this por- 

 tion of our State. He who plants a tree does indeed do 

 honor to his (ellowman in this treeless region, but he who 



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