quick swoops, darting like thought. If we are for- 

 tunate in winning his favor during the period of love- 

 making we may behold him swinging a bassinet in 

 our pear tree to hold his downy souvenirs of blossom 

 time. 



Most gardeners grow to be such delightful idiots 

 they are glad to share their fruit with the birds, and 

 the right sort of garden should have enough of every- 

 thing to feed both the family indoors and the family 

 outside. 



Still, if we have an indisposition to such generos- 

 ity, we can divert the birds from the forbidden fruit 

 by planting many mulberry trees, the fruit of which 

 they generally prefer to all others. 



We all know the fascination of the drone of the 

 bees in the flowering fruit trees. We can prolong 

 this hypnotic music from May until late autumn by 

 planting many Shirley poppies. 



The Kansas gayfeather is not a very beautiful 

 flower in itself, but a gardener learns to love it be- 

 cause the butterflies do. 



I have always adored the Kaiser-blumen cornflow- 

 ers for their silver-green foliage, and flowers of tight 

 laced bodice with ruff of blue silk. A great mass of 

 them, when rippled by the breeze, makes one think of 

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