MY NEIGHBORS FIELD 



unobtrusive in their material processes, and 

 always at the significant moment some 

 other bloom has reached its perfect hour. 

 One can never fix the precise moment 

 when the rosy tint the field has from the 

 wild almond passes into the inspiring blue 

 of lupines. One notices here and there a 

 spike of bloom, and a day later the whole 

 field royal and ruffling lightly to the wind. 

 Part of the charm of the lupine is the con- 

 tinual stir of its plumes to airs not sus- 

 pected otherwhere. Go and stand by any 

 crown of bloom and the tall stalks do but 

 rock a little as for drowsiness, but look off 

 across the field, and on the stillest days 

 there is always a trepidation in the purple 

 patches. 



From midsummer until frost the pre- 

 vailing note of the field is clear gold, pass- 

 ing into the rusty tone of bigelovia going 

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