too A Little Maryland Garden 
over the dense leafy bed the graceful lemon 
lilies lift their star-like flowers, poised on 
slender stems at least a foot above the green. 
Later, in the summer, the stronger, ruddy 
orange lilies open new blooms day after day 
on tall stalks, and black and yellow spiders, 
true Marylanders in colour, weave their 
webs from stem to stem, making white ladders 
which run through the webs among the 
lusty flowers. 
The last great achievement in May is the 
flowering of the Oriental poppies. You look 
out some morning when the first one has 
unfolded, and see a flame leaping among 
the greens, so vivid that it calls to you. You 
seem to hear its cry when you see its fire. 
Scattered through the borders these living 
flames seem to tell us that once more the 
sun has started a blaze on earth that will 
burn till the last days of autumn, when the 
frost and snow come to quench it. 
This season a friend wrote for me to come 
to West Virginia the last of May, and see the 
flame azaleas in bloom. It was an invitation 
