Norwich bulletin., 1910-11-05

written Specially for The BuIIetin.)
20 suns and skies and clouds of June,
And all of June together,
You cannot rival for one hour
October's bright, blue weather."
So sang Helen Hunt Jackson, the
sweet singer of the west who, by the
way, was transplanted from the old
BAY State" She is one of the many
good things which New England has
furnished to her younger sisters Of
the west.
For myself, June with it's promise
of brighter days to come is preferable
tie October with its chilly forecast of
winter. But autumn has it's glories
as Helen Hunt wen knew from her
life in both New England and Colo
RADIO. 1t seems as if the trees real
lied that the season of flowers was
at an end, and that they felt obliged to
do their best at furnishing color to
the. view. Certainly the bright yell
low and red OF the naples, the yellow
of beech and birch and the ruddy
brown of the oak-trees do much to
brighten the landscape. Even the
voodbine spreading it's crimson tangle
over walls and stone sheaps, serves to
beautify the scene, while bitter sweet
opens its yellow cups to disclose the
red drop within. The pale blue of the
autumn sky often dimrned by haze
forms a delightful background for the
CtlO1 So AdFISiAIy iulS4lcu DJ 1NdLuIS .
painters.
The Rose of New England with it's
enoirclinq hills affords some fine
studies of color this season. About
our streets are many naples whose
brilliant tints gladden. the eye and
heart with their beauty. How dear
they are TO the children who eager
ly search for leaves of especial at
tractivenass in size and color mark
ings! Even after the leaves are all
scar and brown, what fun these same
little folk have in scuffing through the
heaps of dry foliage, and best of all,
how they enjoy the bonfires lighted
at dusk to blaze and glow In the dim
light! 1t always seems easy to I'M
derstand why there were ffre-wor-
shippers in olden times. AS the
flames leap up in tina dark, it is not
difficult to imagine them to be the
outward expression of outward 1iv-
ing force, powerful for good and evil,
a good servant but bad master. Our
hills raise now and then some trees
to outline itself above it's fellows and
attract our attention by its perfection
of symmetry. What more beautiful
| than the perfect dome of tall maple
standing sufficiently apart to be sep
arate from its companions! 1t would
seem almost as if it were pruned into
shape by the knife of some giant for
| fall into the curved line of the entire
tree. Before the woods on Rogers
Hill were cut of, anyone coming
down Broadway had but lift his eyes
while crossing the head of Bath street
! to obtain a view far beyond the abili-
| ty of any artist to portray. Sufficient
| evergreens were thera to mingle their
deep green tones with the gorgeous
coiors of their neighbors and aid in
making a picture worthy to hang on
memory's walls. The trolley ride tc
| Baltic or the one toward Westerly
| furnishes another rare treat of the
| same sort.
| One of the most glorious autumn
views in my experience came to ms
| one day at Gales Ferry. Should any
| og my readers evar summer at that
| pleasant spot on the Thames river
| they should remain there till the trees
are In their autumn dress. Their
walks about the surrounding country
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