Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1921-12-30
The Passing OF The Year.
SPRING.


IN spring the vegetable life of the year
Is born. The sprouting grass turns the
barren fields into carpet of green velvet.
The April showers pour down from the
open gates of Heaven and dash against
the trees and bushes until the buds burst
forth and smile upon the land. Then
ileht breeze comes and blows away the
storm. The sun slips out from the silvery
clouds and hastens vegetation with its
glowing warmth. The soft air gently
soothes the face of man with the caress-
ing touch of mother. Overhead and in
the trees. the feathered songsters, return
ing from their winter homes, stop to sing
the songs of spring and to build their nests
in the branches of the budding trees. And
so the time of spring slips by like frolick-
some childhood, full of joy and hope.
SUMNER.
Summer is like youth; bright and cheer
ful. 1t is then that the earth is bedecked
in its most beautiful garments and the
eye is greeted with kaleidoscope of color.
The trees have their green nantes of leaves
draped about them. The deep red of the
rose, symbol of love, sets striking back
ground for the tall. white lily, emblematic
OF stainless youth. The dropping violet
nestles at the feet of the golden daisy like
courtier before his monarch. The sun,
high in the blue heavens. blazes like pot
OF molten gold. Across the fields, where
but short time before the farmer plowed
the rain-soaked earth. the waving corn and
the oceans of wheat and oats show that
vegetation grows with the characteristic
rapidity of youth. The lazy breeze rustles
the leaves and ripples the sluggish waters
OF the murmuring streams. The woods are
alive with birds, sending forth their ami
mated song in those full tones and with
that fiery spirit which belongs alone to
youth. And then summer passes into
autumn as the full -erown youth passes
into manhood
AUTUMN
Autumn is like the prime of life. When
man reaches middle age he is at the zenith
of his power, and he bigins to gather in
the fruits of his life's long labor. When
autumn comes nature is in its prime. The
grapevines are loaded with luscious, pur-
pie fruit. The red-cheeked apples bear
down the trees with their weight. The
granaries are bursting with wheat and oats.
The ears of corn are gathered and the stalks
are stacked like soldiers tents. And all
the fruits of the spring sowing are gath
cred for the markets. But autumn is not
merely harvest or gathering into barns.
1t has beauty which no other season
possesses. 1t is the season of mellow
fruitfulness. The leaves in the woods have
now lost their youthful green and have
changed to russell. red and brown. The
sumac leaves-bright red in the autumn
sunlight eleam like camp fires in the
night. The summer song birds are de-
parting for warmer chimes, but nature s
music still falls like the sweet notes of a
violin upon the ears. The hedge cricket
sings. The wind blows the crisp leaves
into a rhapsody of varied song. The while
from the barnyard comes the bleating of
lamb the cooling of the doves. the chirp-
ing of sparows in quest of food and. per-
haps, the last cackling command of an
old hen to her scattering brood. Then
like the coming of the night. autumn fades
into winter and natures sweet sounds die
ont