Evening star., 1933-02-16
THIS AND THAT
BY CHARLES E. TRACEWELL.

touch of loveliness which has been
called divine.
Clinging mantles Of white clothe a
garden in different robe than that
which it wears in Spring or Summer; /;
it would require a magician's touch to
know which time Is the prettiest.
Snow takes bare garden and makes
1t a picture. which, after all. Is no
more than Spring does, although the
pictures are different
One of the finest touches given by
snow. in the way of the picturesque, is
to the vines which climb over the
fences. Here again the fence proves its
worth. Without fence there is very
little place for vines; with one. there
may be many-the more the better.
Vines of various types, whether roses
or otherwise, increase the actual bulk
of the fence and thus make it a better
guard and boundary. Fencing Of all
types has these two primary purposes.
Setting off = boundary line is sensible
procedure, as well as an aid to garden
beauty. Even the toughest fence, If
well covered by vines, in the course Of
time becomes good looking.
Especially in deep snow there Is
something fine in the appearance of a
fence Who can forget the long line
"
country? Surely the typical landscape
would be something other than it is
without these long reminders of prop
erty rights. Those who think to make
free with other peoples property are
harming themselves most.
Nothing Is prettier in a snow than a
fence, with its uprights, its cross-bars
or wires and it's vines.
Even the black-and-w scheme of
the tree trunks, with snow sticking to
one side, the bark showing on the other,
is no more beautiful in the snow than
the straight line of the fence. with
shrubs against it and the squares Of
wire intertwined with climbers of all
sorts. Snow sticks well to the upper
side Of the larger branches. There is
something satisfying about the growth
of the boughs and branches from the
ground, or, as now, from the snow
itself.
These pictures In the snow are not
small things.
One may feel sorry for these hustling.
bustling people who never have time, or
pretend that they never have time. for
the quiet enjoyment of unpretentious
things.
They are SO busy looking for some
thing "big" that they never have the
time to see even the small.
The beauty of fence and vine NAV
not be monumental, but it is pleasant
enough, in its way
If some sophisticated engraver in
wood were to put the scene on paper
the very same persons who have not
time" for the original would profess
to find the woodcuts gorgeous"
The real thing does not interest them:
but there are others who always are In
terested in real things, whether they
come under the label of Important" or
not.
One may hug ones self with amuse-
ment sometimes on seeing these sour
riers going from place to place without
really seeing or enjoying anything.
when all the time the simple minded of
this earth find hearty amusement no
farther away than their own dooryards.
How earnest and intense the Others
are, forever ramming their way around.
always going some place else to find
something or other that IS no better
than, although it may be different from
what they already had. Nor is this
curious gentleman a new type. Old
Lucretius, more than 1000 years ago,
spoke Of him rushing from town to
| country in his chariot, and back again,
happy no place, but in hurry every
place.
Life consists in what one thinks, and
II one thinks there Is beauty in vine
on fence in the snow, there Is, of
course