of the rank weed growth on every side.  It is wonderful how rapidly the sun, once started, can change a scene so rapidly.  From a white frosty winter scene, it had become a wet springy scene.  Trees were dripping constantly and the ground was wet and soggy.  I soon tuned back as it was getting late, and now facing the sun, I could see glittering drops of melted frost on the trees
     On the way back,I followed the Painter road straight to Hyland Ave.  The road had now become muddy, and I had to content myself with making my way in wet snow along the side.  The day, from a dear fresh one had gradually changed to one of deadness and murkiness.  The sun became dimmer, and the air heavier.  I suddenly realized that I wished I was home, because I was lazy and tired, and with this realization came another, that I have not longed for Spring.  I can’t help it – I long for cold, dark days again.
     In the afternoon, as the sun disappeared, and the air became “deader”, I decided we were about to have a rain.  Most of the time I spent in reading, as the