The Eambles of an Idler 



forget it was May, the fear was groundless. I 

 shall not forget. May days are all matters of 

 joy except when I am forced to go to town. 

 The scattered shade trees there make me home- 

 sick. 



A puff of wind shook the drops of water from 

 the leaves and these falling on the spreading 

 skunk cabbage beneath, made a great clatter. 

 I looked sharply about me, thinking some animal 

 was running by. 



It is beautifully clear to-day, and if a year 

 ago, in all the fog and damp, there was so much 

 to see and hear, how much more now, when a 

 blue sky and abundant sunshine give the cue to 

 general rejoicing. 



A pretty view to take of the subject, but as 

 unwise as possible. To-day, there was the 

 frostiness of winter, a suggestion of January 

 came back to us and I could not find even 

 where the birds were hiding, every one kept so 

 close. 



I expected little on a former May day and 

 saw and heard much. I supposed there would 

 be much to see, when I started out this time, and 

 I neither saw nor heard anything. Wild life 



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