MINSTREL WEATHER *$ CHAPTER 

 VII. $ THE MONTH OF YELLOW 

 FLOWERS Iff * 



t,OM valley after valley dies 

 away the drowsy croon of 

 the mowing machine, leaving 

 to the grasshoppers the fra- 

 grant drying hay. Now 

 comes July in many hues of yellow, spread- 

 ing her gold beside dark, hidden beaver 

 backwaters and along the sun-warmed 

 stubble, whose various, singing life is 

 loudest through these shimmering after- 

 noons. Tawny beauties are abroad in 

 woodways and sea marshes. Where the 

 hot air shines and quivers over shallow 

 pools yellow water lilies float sleepily be- 

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