Fragant Quote for August 30th, 2012-Walks in New England By Charles Goodrich Whiting

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Fragant Quote for August 30th, 2012-Walks in New England
By Charles Goodrich Whiting

The air is full summer, and the sweet oppression of the breeze, shot through by the rising sun, opens the day with myriad perfumes. There is not a flower or fern or unfolding leaf of the woods that does not contribute to the fragrance of the hour. The sweet briar wafts its wild tenderness over the multitude of less...er scents, and a spicy odour from the tasseling black birch follows swift behind. Another touch, and the sweet fern's pervasive scent steals to the nostrils. A little tang of bitterness swings in from the poplar and the tonic willow, and more spice from the sassafras. But while one detects such individual fragrances, be sure that something in the air is due to blossoming hickory and elm and red maple, and the oaks, too, just opening, have their honey, which wild bees love, and many another insect.