The Rescue of an Old Place 



garden fairly bristles with Plantains and 

 Mallows, and the paths are slippery with 

 Purslane. On the lawn the Dandelions 

 begin to intrude, and go to seed when 

 they are only an inch high, lying down 

 deceitfully under the lawn-mower, and 

 poking up their white plumes the minute 

 it has passed in the most imperturbable 

 manner. 



The harvest ^ * s f no use to summon any one. 

 " Tnat S rass must be cut to-day," or " the 

 hay must be turned, or forked over, or 

 got in, or whatever " there is no appeal ; 

 harvest-claims take precedence, and the 

 weeds nod their heads at each other, and 

 say " Come along ! " and life is to them a 

 beautiful holiday. 



By the time the last load of hay has 

 been safely stowed away, these same weeds 

 have to be coped with, for they have be- 

 come a forest, and that still further post- 

 pones the time when the esthetic side of 

 your place can really have any considera- 

 tion given to it. At last, when you do get 

 round to it, it is too late to do anything, 

 and one can only sit down and make plans 

 for another season, which will again be 

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