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The Yellow Crocus 1 



the Snowdrop enters 

 so Q ^ 1 ^- a ftstep that 

 it might almost pass unob- 

 served amidst the remnants 

 of the melting snow, the Crocus bursts 

 upon us in a blaze of colour like the sun- 

 rise of the flowers. TotWcwmAos- 'Heo?, the 

 " rosy-fingered dawn " of spring, are the 

 words which rise to our lips instinctively 

 as we look upon it. Most gladsome of 

 the early flowers ! None gives more glow- 

 ing welcome to the season, or strikes on 

 our first glance with a ray of keener plea- 

 sure when, with some bright morning's 

 warmth, the solitary golden fingers have 

 kindled into knots of thick-clustered yellow 

 bloom on the borders of the cottage 

 garden. At a distance the eye is caught 



1 Examine good out-of-door specimens, and avoid as 

 much as possible the later blossoms of the season, which 

 are often very faulty. 



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