cts look out of doors ts

    on t bouging groable, and

    blackberry vines run round its legs; pine cones, cnut burs, and

    strare.  It looked as if the

    o be transferred to our furniture, to tables,

    ceads -- because tood in t.

    My ely on the edge of

    t of a young forest of pitch pines and

    o which a narrow

    footpat yard grerawberry,

    blackberry, and life-everlasting, jo and goldenrod, shrub

    oaks and sand c.  Near the end of May,

    th

    its delicate flo its

    s stems, h goodsized

    and hs like rays on every side.

    I tasted t of compliment to Nature, they were scarcely

    palatable.  tly about the

    which I had made, and

    gro t season.  Its broad pinnate

    tropical leaf  trange to look on.  the large

    buds, suddenly pus late in ticks which

    o be dead, developed to

    graceful green and tender bouger; and

    sometimes, as I sat at my window, so hey grow and

    tax ts, I ender bough suddenly

    fall like a fan to t a breath of air

    stirring, broken off by its ohe large masses

    of berries, ed many wild bees,

    gradually assumed t velvety crimson heir

    ender limbs.

    As I sit at my ernoon, hawks are circling

    about my clearing; tantivy of wo and

    t my viee pine

    bougo the air; a fish hawk

    dimples the pond and brings up a fish; a mink

    steals out of the

    s of the reed-birds

    fli