June and Early July 



chids is hidden among the rushes be- 

 yond. 



It is hardly too early to look for the 

 showy lady's slipper, loveliest of a lovely 

 tribe. For an instant a group of tall stems 

 and veiny leaves mislead us by their like- 

 ness to those of the ladies' slippers, and we 

 look eagerly for the large white and pur- 

 ple pouch, only to discover the deception 

 when we notice the ugly, greenish flowers 

 of the false hellebore. We are more like- 

 ly to be successful in our orchid hunt if 

 we are less ambitious — if we are willing 

 to content ourselves with the two oblong 

 shining leaves and the low purplish clus- 

 ters of the twayblade, or with the long, 

 dull spikes of the green orchis. 



A grassy lane promises to lead to some 

 distant woods. The wild grape flings its 

 graceful festoons overhead. The air is 

 heavy with the sweet-scented breath of 

 its greenish flowers. Against the rail 

 fence viburnums grow tall and thick, 



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