Now tell me about my hedge and the things you have planted in it." The Harvester went out and collected a bunch of twigs.

He handed her a big, evenly proportioned leaf of ovate shape, and explained: "This is burning bush, so called because it has pink berries that hang from long, graceful stems all winter, and when fully open they expose a flame-red seed pod.

It was for this colour on gray and white days that I planted it.

In the woods I grow it in thickets.

The root bark brings twenty cents a pound, at the very least.