THE COMING OF SPRING 



same color scheme across wet meadows under the 

 very eye of the sun. 



This last is a misnamed flower that must be 

 known in its haunts, where its darting tongues of 

 flame outblaze even the autumn Cardinal Flower. 

 It is not a cup -shaped flower, and the color is not 

 in the bloom itself, which is pale yellow and akin 

 to Wood Betony, but in the red stem -leaves that 

 mingle with the blossoms. This flower is a thing 

 of the landscape. A single stalk is merely curious ; 

 a meadow aflame with it 

 is like fire creeping among 

 autumn grasses. 



So is it also with the 

 delicate, pale purple, five- 

 petaled flower of the Wild 

 Geranium. A single stalk 

 is often ragged, showing 

 buds and overblown blos- 

 soms at once ; but its color 

 is most striking when seen 

 in masses in open fields 

 or along the lighter wood 

 edges, where it remains 

 in perfection well into 

 June. In fact, these three 



