Autumn 



field high up on the Catskill Mountains. 

 The flowers that we care for we are apt 

 to associate with the particular spot in 

 which we found them first — or at their 

 best — and the mention or sight of this 

 little orchid instantly recalls that breezy 

 upland with its far-reaching view, and its 

 hum of eager bees which were sucking 

 the rare sweets of the late year from 

 the myriad spires among which I lay 

 one September morning. 



Another plant linked for me with the 

 same region and season is the so-called 

 Canadian violet. Till late September, 

 along a winding mountain road, one 

 could gather great bunches of its fresh, 

 leafy - stemmed flowers — white, yellow- 

 centred, fragrant, with purple veins above 

 and violet - washed below. Near them 

 the wild strawberries were abundantly in 

 blossom, as they are now to some extent 

 in Berkshire. 



And whenever I see a depauperate 

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