Bingham Bulletin | 1928-07-19 | Page 6 | Nature's Every Day

' Sature$ Every ' Day "' " It seems aa if the day were not wholly profane, in which we have given heed to some natural object The fall of snowflaket in a still air, preserving to each crystal Its perfect form; the blowing of sleet over a wide sheet of water, and over plains, the waving rye-field, the mimic waving wav-ing of acres of boostonla, whose innumerable in-numerable florets whiten and ripple before the eye ; the reflection! of trees and flowers in glassy lakes; the musical steaming odorous south wind, which converts all trees to wlndbarps ; the crackling and spurting of hemlock in the flames; or of pine logs, which yield glory to the walls and faces In the sitting room. From Emerson's Essays. ' ;"' li