. Down the year. toits brown. Unlike the plowed field, the brown ofcornstalks and the white of snow do not do they mutually mellow each other. Thesnow has a softer, milder white from its juxtapo-sition with the brown stalks. The com has amellower, more evasive tone because of the both are beautiful beyond expression. Thismingling of a light snow with the autumn tints isone of Gods everyday miracles. And when itoccurs on a gold-powdered day it is more won-derful still. This is a brown day. In the meadows is adeeper, richer brown than that of the cornfields, abrown that
. Down the year. toits brown. Unlike the plowed field, the brown ofcornstalks and the white of snow do not do they mutually mellow each other. Thesnow has a softer, milder white from its juxtapo-sition with the brown stalks. The com has amellower, more evasive tone because of the both are beautiful beyond expression. Thismingling of a light snow with the autumn tints isone of Gods everyday miracles. And when itoccurs on a gold-powdered day it is more won-derful still. This is a brown day. In the meadows is adeeper, richer brown than that of the cornfields, abrown that shades imperceptibly into gray as itrecedes into the shadows of the distance. Thedry, waving grass does not reveal the snow, but Iknow it is there because of the hint I have in thewhisper and glimmer that come when the browngrass moves. I know it is there as I know thatlove is in the heart of my wife when I look intothe shadows and the deep-gleaming mysteries ofher eyes. Varying, shifting shades play over the 122. A WINTER DAY ON A COUNTRY CIRCUIT brown shadow as the clouds float in front of thesun and then move aside like playful childrenpassing between the lamp and the wall andlaughing at the shadows. And ever that lusterfrom the wonderful sky! A rattling bridge ofplanks crosses a stream. The boards are shrunkso that great gaps appear between them throughwhich come the gleam and ripple of water, and Ihave the pectiliar sensation of traveling in mid-air and looking downward toward the earth. Thehorse is startled at the sudden transition fromterra firma to the air route, and bows his neckand glances apprehensively downward, as if toassure himself that he still stands on somethingtangible and secure. The view from this midairobservatory is like a scene from an old fairy is a snowy white wood vista. The bedof the stream forms a passageway among thetrees, and the rounded banks, rising on eitherhand, look like heaps of pillows piled by the crea-tures of the wood to re
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