FROM A LETTER
Aren’t the nights and mornings cold, now? We have a frost nearly every morning, but there is so often a fog, j too, and it spoils the keen clear tang jof the air. I love the Spring and ; Summer, hut I love Autumn and Winter, too. "There is no really bad j weather, only different kinds of good ! weather." I believe that, don’t you? And I love the thought, too. The trees which I can see from my | window are fast changing colour and very soon will have lost all their | leaves. When I last saw my poplar, ! Joan of Arc. at the river bank, she was i shedding the last of her tinted leaves j and, though gaunt and grey, still stood i erect and stately with her strong, i evergreen bodyguard towering behind I her. The evening out-of-doors calls so I temptingly that I am half-minded to | throw open, the windows and drink in I the pure, cold air. The last ray of [the sun is painting tree-tops and roofs ; of houses crimson. It carries a mesi sage to me: "There is no bad weather, ! only different kinds of good weather.” —Jean Mclndoe, aged 13.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume IV, Issue 974, 17 May 1930, Page 33
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200FROM A LETTER Sun (Auckland), Volume IV, Issue 974, 17 May 1930, Page 33
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