This is a time of unfolding. 

 Every tree presents from day to 

 day a newer and fuller aspect. 

 The responsive Maples seem to 

 have made their toilet in a day. 

 It is surprising that they could draw their rich, green 

 mantles about them so hastily and come forth 

 adorned in such perfect taste. The ne:work of 

 branches has been changed into thickening banks 

 of foliage, blending and contrasting their many 

 distinctive hues of green. The wind seems delighted 

 to find leaves on the trees, and sports with them in 

 renewed joy. It is a time when the great out-of- 

 doors is an all-inclusive invitation. The devoted wor- 

 shippers of early spring who sought the first greeting 

 of the Hepatica, the Trailing Arbutus and the Skunk 

 Cabbage who listened for the earliest Song Sparrow 

 from the south, are now joined by the less enthusi- 

 astic crowd who feel the call of the young summer. 

 Caterpillars are pitching their tents in the Black 

 Cherry trees. The Hermit Thrush is hiding quietly 

 in the shrubbery. The Kingbird sits erect on a 



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