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ceeded thus in eighteen years of experience. Sow in August, and | 
mulch when the ground freezes, and next season you have a lawn. © 
Mr. Grimes. Fall is the best time. I have tried several times 
to make a meadow by spring seeding, but it dries out in spots. I 
have had better success by sowing in the fall. I would sow oats 
with the grass very thin. Sowing in the fall gives it a start, and. 
‘the next summer it gets established before the drouth comes on. 
You must roll it also after sowing. I would sow blue-grass and 
Alsike clover. The latter is a more rapid grower than the white, 
and runs on the ground, and looks fine while it lasts. 
My. Hollister. Alsike clover is coarse in appearance and unfit 
for a lawn, 
Mr. Grimes. Another grass for lawns is the English lawn 
mixture. . L 
Mr. Hollister. The lawn mixture usually consists of one bushel 
of red top, one bushel of blue-grass, four pounds of white 
clover, and two pounds of sweet vernal. Wood meadow-grass 
is also often mixed in. ae | 
ANNUALS, 
A paper on “‘ Annuals,’’ by Miss Hortense Share, of Rosemount, 
was read, and ordered on file for publication. 
On motion of Mr. Grimes, the thanks of the Society were ten- 
dered Miss Share for her valuable, interesting and well-written 
paper. 
The following is the paper in full : - 
While preparing to remove to Minnesota, friends often said to me, ‘* What 
are you going to do without flowers in that cold country?” ‘*Iam not 
going to do without; expect to cultivate flowers wherever I have a home.” 
‘* Well, you will see—too awful cold up there—with no summers to speak of, 
and frost all the year round—too near the North Pole!” 
The first two summers were exceptionally dry, and the winds on the — 
prairie simply abominable. The choice shrubbery, roses and vines we 
brought with us died—the loss of each one causing a pang, seemed like part- 
ing from old friends. The flower seeds I planted in June came up beauti- 
fully in September after the rains. The bulbs, many kinds and choice, 
perished the first winter. 
I was disgusted, and turned to the wild flowers, for flowers of some kind 
I must have. The many beautiful kinds on the prairie, in the brush, and on 
the shores of Minnie Elk were a source of continued delight. 
But iv a land of strangers I longed for the familiar faces of the old home 
flowers. With me flowers are a necessity—thence follows endless pains- 
taking. So I set to work to conquer difficulties, and propose to tell how I 
