May and Early June 



stream bordered with forget-me-nots, we 

 reach a meadow riotous with the lavish 

 beauty of the wild lupine, whose long, 

 bright clusters of pea-like blossoms make 

 the hillside seem a reflection of June skies. 

 Buttercups and daisies are opening their 

 ' ' golden eyes ' ' and taking their first look 

 at the new year. But despite the exqui- 

 site freshness which so generally prevails, 

 speaking of promise rather than accom- 

 plishment — which is the beginning of the 

 end — the berries of the shadbush have be- 

 gun to crimson in the thicket, and along 

 the footpath gleam the silver fruit-spheres 

 of the dandelion. 



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