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impatient we feel we can never wait for the days 

 to grow warm enough to remove our roses' winter 

 flannels then all of a sudden one day we stumble 

 on the white cup of a crocus, and straightway we 

 forget the roses and our impatience, and spend each 

 day hunting for another and another crocus, until 

 all of a sudden the whole lawn is dappled with 

 lavender, white and gold. 



Then still a little later, our hearts are chiming in 

 tune to the hyacinth bells, we sip mental nectar from 

 the tulip chalice, and whiff the fragrance of the nar- 

 cissus, and fall in love with life all over again. 



For the overture preceding the real opera of spring 

 we must engage thousands of crocus musicians, and 

 in order to be ahead of other garden impresarios we 

 should get our order in before July 1st, for these and 

 all other bulbs. 



We can afford many crocuses for in mixed colors 

 they are to be had for three dollars and fifty cents a 

 thousand. (I always like to think in thousands, es- 

 pecially where flowers are concerned.) To insure 

 having lots of early spring sunshine scattered over 

 the lawn we should have a generous supply of the 

 giant yellow ones. 



As soon as they arrive in the fall we will shave 

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