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Updated: July 3, 2026

All things considered, no evergreen can be equal to a summer-green, on which we see the leaves budding, unfolding, ripening, and falling, a "worlde whiche neweth everie daie." What would winter be worth without the naked branches of maples and elms, beeches and oaks? We speak of them sadly: "Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang."

Bradford Torrey - The Foot-path Way