1927 Cedrus Yearbook

Al, r I ,I, / ,1 "./.,1., 1927 THE CEDRUS 192_7 mialwauluzad LIFE AT THE CLIFFS The cliffs just west of town remind me of an oasis on a dese rt. Most of the land about Cedarville lies flat and fertile, but upon entering the cliffs one finds that the creek has cut a channel to a depth of from fifteen to twenty-five feet through solid limestone, which is co vered by only a few feet of soil. The south bank of the stream looks as if an earthquake, centuries ago, had upheaved the surface of the land and had left great crevices and passage ways between the broken l ayers of stone. One would think that such a place would be desolate of all life, but as my friends and I clambered over the rough st ones and through the narrow passage ways, I found that the ground w as covered with blooming hepaticas which had sprung up at the first calling of the warm rays of the sun, and whispered to the other flowers to wake up and put on their bright Spring garments. Already the green leaves of the blood roots, spring beauties, and anemones had appeared and their blossom buds were forming. How human is this wild plant life! A few individua ls venture forth, make encouraging discoveries, and then shout the gla d tidings to their friends. Then comes the rush of the masses seeking life more abund- antly. Ere long, I imagined the ground would be covered with thou- sands of plants trying to make the most of life. Even the ste ep walls of stone, my friends informed me, would be covered with fern s and moss in the summer time.