The Birch Path (excerpt from "Anne of Green Gables")
"The birch path is one of the prettiest places in the world."
It was. Other people besides Anne thought so when they stumbled on it.
It was a little narrow, twisting path, winding down over a long hill straight
through Mr. Bell's woods, where the light came down sifted through so
many emerald screens that it was as flawless as the heart of a diamond.
It was fringed in all its length with slim young birches, white-stemmed
and lissom boughed; ferns and starflowers and white lilies-of-the-valley
and scarlet tufts of pigeon berries grew thickly along it; and always
there was a delightful spiciness in the air and music of bird calls
and the murmur and laugh of wood winds in the trees overhead.
Thomas Kincade, Autumn Lane