A DESERTED QUARRY IN 

 FEBRUARY 



MANY celandines are now showing a yellow 

 cup to the sun; a dearly loved flower the 

 celandine, braving the frosts and the lone- 

 liness, with only the windrifted leaves of 

 a dead year for company. But its courage 

 makes it beautiful one of the first of the 

 players in the country orchestra of scent 

 and colour and loveliness to take its seat in 

 the amphitheatre of spring. 



On the railway embankment the coltsfoot 

 flowers are rising. How can one be sad 

 when Proserpine will shortly float over 

 the meadows and the woodlands ? Now 

 we must lift our hearts above earthly un- 

 happiness, and, with Nature, be joyous. 



What matter the fallings of so many 

 leaves in the past when to-day the wild 



and happy humble bees are passing in the 

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