Hedgerow Life 
an end some day, and the spring arrive 
again with all its joys. The tender leaf- 
buds gradually open, and our bare brown 
hedge becomes covered with bright 
greenery once more. And what a 
bewildering variety there is to be sure, 
each plant with a beauty of its own! 
The golden ‘palms’ of the sallow, or 
the star-like blossoms of blackthorn, 
and the lovely foamy-white masses of 
the may ; the sweet-scented wild cherry ; 
and, later, the pinky-white petals of the 
wild rose, and the trailing sprays of 
bramble and honeysuckle, all add their 
charm and fragrance, each in its own 
season. Then, too, there is the modest 
violet nestling in the sheltered nooks, 
and the primrose studding the banks {* 
with its yellow blossoms. 
And now the birds commence to 
