I raise it for tonics and the birds love the cherries.

This fern-like leaf is from mountain ash, and when it attains a few years' growth it will flame with colour all winter in big clusters of scarlet berries.

That I grow in the woods is a picture in snow time, and the bark is one of my standard articles." The Girl raised on her elbow and looked at the hedge.
"I see it," she said.

"The berries are green now.

I suppose they change colour as they ripen." "Yes," said the Harvester.