In the Open Intimate Studies And Appreciations of Nature

THE POINT OF VIEW Nature is in herself a perpetual invitation the birds call, the trees beckon and the winds whisper to us. After the unfeeling pavements, the yielding springy turf of the fields has a sympathy with the feet and invites us to walk. It is good to hear again the fine long-drawn note of the meadow- lark-voice of the early year,- the first blue- birds warble, the field-sparrows trill, the untamed melody of the kinglet -a magic flute in the wilderness-and to see the ruby crown of the beloved sprite. It is good to inhale the mint crushed underfoot and to roll between the fingers the new leaves of the sweetbrier to see again the first anemones - the wind-children,- the mandrakes canopies, the nestling erythronium and the spring beauty, like a delicate carpet or to seek the clin- tonia in its secluded haunts, and to feel the old childlike joy at sight of ladys-slippers. It is worth while to be out-of-doors all of one day, now and then, and to really know what is morning and wha