All winter long the icy winds whistled through the naked branches. The branches stood out, exposed and dark against the crisp clear sky. The squirrels scurried about and hurried back to their warm nests. The birds clung to the branches for a moment and then looked for some place more sheltered. The branches remained day […]

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The Hidden Spring

“What profusion is there in His work!” “When trees blossom there is not a single breastpin, but a whole blossom-full of gems: and, of leaves they have so many suits that they can throw them away to the winds all summer long. What unnumbered cathedrals has He reared in the forest shades, vast and grand, […]

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