The Vermont watchman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1883-1911, 1897-06-30

pine woods, through the Gothic depth
of which you have been peering since
last summer, with the frequent thought
that this calm, sweet, far-reaching
wood interior gave you all the indoors
you wanted. These and the orioles
call, and the organ note of the wood.
thrush--birds which will have nothing
to do with any other season than sum-
mer-have admonished you to be on
the lookout for that trembling but
hasty step of nature into full and con.
scious life, to miss the sight of which
would be almost to miss the whole year.
Naturally, you think of not much else
as the hours go by; it great event.
Then, perhaps on the fifteenth of May
or little earlier or little later-you
rise in the morning, and, looking out
just as the sun has risen, you see the
face of the earth respond to the auro-
raj light with the full flush of the per.
feet radiance-the conscious CLEAN of
summer come. Though the birches
and poplars are intense in their young
green, the naples have kept enough of
their red bloom to impart passionate
tinge, and the masses of young white
oaks are the purest rose. The fields
are alive with the richest green they
will ever wear; the water of the lake
catches up the spirit of all these colors,
and gives them to you blended more
enrapturingly than your eye could
otherwise have conceived them. You
know that you are transmitting no
mood of your own to nature by the
splendid joy of the creatures that are
in closer sympathy with her than you
are. The birds have maximum of
joyfulness of song, too, and, this has
certainly come. The world simply
rings with the madness of the Joy of
the celebration.
This time, though it is not always 30,
the arrival of this perfect splendor of
the early summer season has corre-
sponded pretty closely with the open
ing of the apple-blossoms. These are
a little later than last year, and GER
taiDly much more sparse. The apple
tree has more than one human charac-
teristic, and one such characteristic is
the necessity it is under of proceeding
through the world by excuses and re-
lapses. There are some kinds of trees
that are the same this year, last year
and every year. There are others that
fruit regularly once in three years, or
in eight. Not 80 the apple-tree; it
must have, once in few years, indie
terminate in number, terrible spree
of blooming and fruiting, and then sub
side into repentant period of sack
cloth and ashes. This year is one of
the repentant ones; and yet, luckily,
the apple trees are not 30 sorry for
their terrible excess of last year as one
might think they ought 10 be. Their
bloom is not as sparse as it might be,
and some of them are blossoming very
generously. The pear blossoms which
preceded them were, 80 far as the Lis
tener has observed, particularly abund-
ant, and 30 were the peaches. The sea.
son has been, on the whole, quite un-
American in it's evenness, its abundant
moisture with no niggardliness of sun
shine, and gradual cool advance. There
has been no dry heat TO encourage the
insects; and, in the Listeners neigh
borhood at least, the tent-caterpillar
has spread his canvas only very spar
ingly, which is blessing. So with one
favor and another, the applet trees may
do almost as we'll, taking one variety
with another, as if they had had no
spree at all last year." Listener" in
Boston Transcript.