MY NEIGHBOR S FIELD 



garden. All this while, when no coaxing 

 or care prevailed upon any transplanted 

 slip to grow, one was coming up silently 

 outside the fence near the wicket, coiling 

 so secretly in the rabbit-brush that its pre- 

 sence was never suspected until it flowered 

 delicately along its twining length. The 

 horehound comes through the fence and 

 under it, shouldering the pickets off the 

 railings ; the brier rose mines under the 

 horehound ; and no care, though I own I 

 am not a close weeder, keeps the small 

 pale moons of the primrose from rising to 

 the night moth under my apple-trees. The 

 first summer in the new place, a clump of 

 cypripediums came up by the irrigating 

 ditch at the bottom of the lawn. But the 

 clematis will not come inside, nor the wild 

 almond. 



I have forgotten to find out, though I 

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