CE ye Pri | 
SOME BIRDS AND A TOWN GARDEN IN EARLY 
SPRING—SECOND WEEK OF APRIL 
EACH day in early spring finds all of us longing 
for fine if not warm weather. And this is 
not to be wondered at, for the memory in this 
London of ours of the cheerless keen winter 
days, varied occasionally by snow, sleet and 
the inevitable slush in the streets after it, 
together with sometimes hours of pitiless 
rain long remains fresh in our minds. Nor 
can the days of thick pea-soup like fog which, 
as some one has put it, ‘can be cut up in 
pieces and handed round’ be easily erased 
from our mental vision. But to-day we 
rejoice to think that all this is past for this 
year at all events. November, December, 
January, February, and even March, those 
B.N.—Ill. B 
