OUR COUNTRY LIFE 



We aim to have on our place all the wild flowers 

 that will flourish there, especially those natural to this 

 region; so when we heard that the beautiful large 

 anemone patens could be had for the gathering, we 

 made every inquiry possible about the location and 

 started out full of hope one morning in May to dis 

 cover its whereabouts. We were able to obtain only 

 vague information. 



"Yes, up near Whitewater, in those gravelly hills, 

 there used to be lots of them. Of course, it's years 

 since we were there," acknowledged our informant; 

 and with this as our only clue we set forth. Now 

 Whitewater was about twenty-four miles from us; so 

 after an early luncheon, provided with trowel and 

 newspapers, baskets and an old tarpaulin to protect 

 the fragile flowers from the wind, we set out a party 

 of three. It was arranged that each one must be on 

 the lookout and the instant an anemone was sighted give 

 a signal to stop. It was one of those heavenly days in 

 early May when all nature seems happy in the coming 

 of the springtime, when the air is full of promise, and 



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