Art Out-of-Doors 
maturity, delights him even more than a 
finer tree about which no memories or 
hopes are clustered, for even if he has not 
planted and watered it himself, even if it 
grows in the neighboring forest instead of 
his own field, he loves it with a personal, 
proprietary affection. When he drives 
through a beautiful new country his eyes are 
perpetually charmed ; but when he drives 
through the roads around his home his heart 
is touched and his imagination is stirred 
by the beauty of past years as well as by 
the beauty of to-day, and by the hope that 
next year’s beauty also may belong to him. 
Each tree is a friend, each bush has a 
special message for his special ear, each 
flower is greeted as the child of other flowers 
which he knew last summer in the same 
corner of the roadside. He not only ad- 
mires what he sees — he is interested by 
everything he sees in a sense that is im- 
possible where things are beheld for the first 
time. And true love, if it means admira- 
tion, means interest also, whether inani- 
mate things or human beings are in ques- 
tion. 
