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SPRING WORK 
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seems as if by magic the grass becomes “ pied 
with daisies,” so swiftly does the sunshine awake 
them and make them open their eyes after the 
long winter’s sleep. The buds on the trees 
look plump and fat, and soon they begin to 
burst, and the fresh green to peep out and 
unfold. The distant landscape appears the 
softest blue, the grass an almost emerald green ; 
the trees have a brownish-purple tinge, with 
pale green on their stately stems. The birds 
begin to look busy and restless, and carol all 
day with sweet tunes and cheerful notes that 
had been silent for long months. 
Spring is coming, spring is coming, 
Birdies, build your nest. 
Weave together straw and heather, 
Doing each your best. 
Enjoy the spring, children, to the full, for it 
is indeed a lovely time, and, like your own 
childhood, should be full of promise, and fresh, 
gay, happy innocence. 
But with new life comes new work ; frost and 
snow and cold and dull dreary idleness have had 
their reign, and business must start in real 
earnest now. It is not only pretty trees and 
flowers that begin to grow, but the revival 
comes to weeds as well, and very soon they 
would choke and kill the more tender plants ; 
