I think I am something of a cat....
I'll be glad if this walk leads us often to the creek." Spring might have been fresh and keen in the air, but it had not yet brought much green to the brown earth or to the trees.

The cotton-woods showed a light feathery verdure.

The long grass was a bleached white, and low down close to the sod fresh tiny green blades showed.

The great fern leaves were sear and ragged, and they rustled in the breeze.

Small gray sheath-barked trees with clumpy foliage and snags of dead branches, Glenn called cedars; and, grotesque as these were, Carley rather liked them.