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 network 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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