CHAPTER III 



THE SPRING GARDEN AND ITS BULBS 



As we of the older generation look back on 

 the Springs of our childhood, they seem to be 

 fraught with such balmy breezes, such sunny 

 days, such wealth of flowers as we never see 

 now. And then conies a real Spring to give 

 our ungrateful hearts the lie ; and Eastertide 

 once again proclaims that the yearly resur- 

 rection of the earth is indeed a true symbol of 

 the Feast we celebrate, when leaves and flowers 

 spread a glory over all the land. Such a 

 Spring, such an Easter, despite a few cold 

 days, seem ours this year (1905). Never has 

 the country looked more lovely than it does 

 to-day its green hedges powdered with gold 

 of Gorse ; the Wild Cherries hanging like snowy 

 clouds among the woodlands that blush green 

 and pink and brown with opening buds, above 



