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for hours and kept me from the trysting place 

 the spot where nature and I meet and commune, 

 each with the other the boulder nook on the 

 sloping woodland hillside. This afternoon, 

 therefore, I have come forth to a clump of 

 sugar maples within sight of my usual resting 

 place and am now leaning my back against the 

 straight and sturdy bole of one of them. 



The odor of earth, earthy, how it attracts me, 

 rising as it does from the mold in these oak and 

 maple woods. The rain of the morning has set 

 it free. It takes me back to the first warm days 

 of March and April days of the great awaken- 

 ing when the thawing soil with its cover of 

 mold yields its penetrating odor. O earth mold, 

 what entrancing odors canst thou emit when the 

 frost king first leaves thy mellowed surface! 

 It is that of earth divine. Pent up for years 

 that aroma has been, but on such days it rises 

 free and subtile to the nostrils of man. It is no 

 wonder that the fragrance of many a flower is 

 distilled by nature from the odors of such mold. 



That lowly, ill-smelling Composite, the May- 

 weed or dog-fennel, 27 flourishes in waste places 



"Anthemia cotula L. 



