Country Life
ONE doesn't need to look at the lighting-up tables to know that the days are lengthening. The change is apparent to everyone quite soon after the shortest day, and although the exact Increase in daylight is small, the fact that dusk comes a little later each night is a heartening thing. Cold and bleak days may lie ahead but nothing can deny the promise in the Preliminary twitterings of the birds, the gentle awakening that is to be seen by anyone who eau half use his eyes. I spend a deal of time out of doors—as much as 1 am able to spend. My weekends are precious to me whether it nuns or shines, but I watch the progress of winter and wait for the brighter evenings of spring with eager anticipation. When the snow- drop is out and the blackbirds begin to fight for territory, the year is progressing. It is a long way from the fall of the leaf to the breaking of the bud on the same tree, but when each day the light is a little brighter it Would be a heavy heart indeed that could not respond to the hopeful signs of a new season.
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