^OF DREAMS ^ e ever S reens — do we ever really see them 

 — that is, with eyes of appreciation — until they 

 remain to us "the one faithful witness to life's 

 warmth and brightness"? In the bright light 

 of summer we have not looked long enough 

 to realize their noble beauty or to appreciate 

 their worth. But now — how beautiful with 

 their soft burden of snow! What cheer they 

 bring to our winter garden! How faithfully 

 they have served, and for appreciation awaited 

 our time! 



When planning my garden I said, "I must 

 have trees, if possible, old trees." Fate was 

 kind and placed my garden where already 

 some trees had grown to age, one quite old, 

 and of all in my garden that I have loved, 

 nothing have I loved quite as I have loved 

 that old tree. There he stands now, leafless 

 and with signs of decay, but still bravely lifting 

 to heaven his naked limbs. A recent storm has 

 torn loose a great branch. It hangs there as if 

 holding on to its place in spite of wounds. But 

 the branch is dead. In the springtime I shall 

 carefully take it away, but with a feeling of 



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