^ Do not deprive your garden of its group of red 

 and white dogwood, and pink, white and rich 

 wine-red hawthorns. 



^ Only a few days ago I saw a planting of them, a 

 planting near a boundary of red maple trees. 

 They were on a low hillside and the hawthorns 

 were below, but they were well in the foreground. 

 Of all the maples, to me the red are the mo^ 

 beautiful. Sometimes it is called " The Laughing 

 Tree." It mu^t be because of its cheerfulness. How 

 cheerful it is — for, from early Spring until Winter 

 the red maple is always smiling. 

 ^ When its ruby buds are opening into bright 

 scarlet flowers it smiles, and when the filmy keys 

 are as red as the redded rose it smiles, and all, all 

 through the Summer its glossy bronze and bright 

 green leaves on their slender ^tems smile, and toss, 

 and smile and keep on smiling, and then — then 

 comes the gorgeous, flaming Autumn coloring. 

 Every leaf is perfedl, every branch is erecft, and it is 

 truly then that the Red Maple smiles joyously. 

 ^ Such a noble tree, so hardy, so quick growing, so 

 upright, and so impervious to blight and foes! Its 

 smooth silver-gray trunk and branches are always 

 beautiful. All the hillside is brightened by these 

 scarlet maples and charming English hawthorns. 

 And how they love the caress of the little hill wind! 

 ^ The little flowers of the hawthorns are exqui- 

 site, ju^ like fairy roses. And so prodigal are they 

 of their white, pink and ruby blossoms I could 

 hardly see the branches that supported them. 

 La^ Spring the birds were enchanted, ju^ as I 

 was with these flower-laden, smiling trees, and 

 how our feathered-friends did dart in and out 

 among^ the blossoms, in an ec^acy of delight! 



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