THE TREE FOLK 15 



These robes thicken and change in color throughout 

 the spring, until in summer they are all green. Not one 

 green, but all the greens there are! As the fall approaches 

 these greens dissolve into all the colors of the rainbow: 

 the Cottonwoods become yellow; the Maples, orange; 

 the Oaks, red. The Pines and Hemlocks keep their 

 green. Blue and purple appear in hazy distances and 

 slumbrous shadows and in the seedpacks which the 

 Cedars, the Viburnums, and the Grapes wear as jewels of 

 sapphire and lapis lazuli and amethyst set in Roman 

 gold. It is a thrilling pageant. 



There are some who have never seen it, — some among 

 the great company of autoists whose motto is ''any- 

 where but here," and who recognize but three kinds of 

 growing things. When they see a blur of green low down 

 they exclaim ''grass!" when the blur of green is head 

 high they say "Oh, bushes!" and when it is so high that 

 it extends above the upper rim of the wind-shield they 

 say trees! 



Verily, He hath made everything beautiful in its time; 

 but, alas, the brutish man knoweth not, the hustler doth 

 not consider this which God maketh from the beginning 

 to the end. They chase after the east wind and feed 

 upon vanity. As for me. Open thou mine eyes that they 

 may behold the beauty of the Lord, when I inquire in 

 His temple. 



