OLD-FASHIONED 

 FLOWERS 



THIS morning, when I went to look at 

 my flowers, surrounded by their white 

 fence, which protefts them against the 

 good cattle grazing in the field beyond, 

 I saw again in my mind all that blossom s 

 in the woods, the fields, the gardens, 

 the orangeries and the green-houses, 

 and I thought of all that we owe to the 

 world of marvels which the bees visit. 



