Evening Primrose 
HE summer which 
is allowed to pass 
without a visit to 
the twilight haunt 
of the evening prim- 
rose, perhaps at your very 
door, is an opportunity missed. 
Night after night for weeks it 
breathes its fragrant invitation as its 
luminous blooms flash out one by one from the 
clusters of buds in the gloom, as though in eager 
response to the touch of some wandering sprite, 
until the darkness is lit up with their luminous 
galaxy that beautiful episode of blossom- con- 
sciousness and hope so picturesquely described 
by Keats : 
