richly subdued coloring and the long garlands of silvery moss that
hung from their boughs like an old, rich growth of hair.

GERALDINE BONNER,
in _Tomorrow's Tangle._



JULY 10.


MADRONA.

No other of our trees, to those who know it in its regions of finest
development, makes so strong an appeal to man's imagination--to his
love of color, of joyful bearing, of sense of magic, of surprise and
change. He walks the woods in June or July and rustles the mass of
gold-brown leaves fresh fallen under foot, or rides for unending weeks
across the Mendocino ranges--and always with a sense of fresh interest
and stimulation at the varying presence of this tree.

W.L. JEPSON,
in _Trees of California._



JULY 11.


THE WOODS OF THE WEST.