white willow 



cealed from the flower- hunting vandal) home 

 for wild flowers innumerable and most beauti- 

 ful, as well as trees that have ripened into 

 maturity. An earlier visit at the time the 

 bluebells were ringing out their silent message 

 on the hillside, in exquisite beauty, with the 

 lavender phlox fairly carpeting the woods, gave 

 a glimpse of some promising willows on the 

 other side of the stream. Twilight and letters 

 to sign — how hateful the desk and its work 

 seem in these days of springing life outside ! 

 — made a closer inspection impossible then, but 

 a golden Saturday afternoon found three of us, 



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