1 6 WILD FLOWERS OF THE PACIFIC COAST. 



the hand of an artist had arranged their start in life, and they 

 had fully repaid him by arraying- themselves in colors that per- 

 fectly blended with their neighbors. 



The temptation to walk could not be resisted. As we turned 

 the corner of the house, the odor of heliotrope was so strong 

 it made us wonder if the gardener was using the perfume in his 

 watering-pot. But we soon discovered from whence came the 

 delicious odor. A vine completely covered the end of the hotel ; 

 it was up far above the second-story windows and thousands of 

 blossoms were gracefully hanging from its branches. 



As we continued our walk by the fountains and lakes we 

 soon came to a grove of trees that had been left in their natural 

 beauty. The grass was wild but smooth as velvet. On a little 

 mound under a young bushy tree I saw what looked like a light- 

 blue covering, and found peeping through the grass these pretty 







"blue babies'-eyes." They were so sweet, nestled away under this 

 bush, too delicate and slender to bear the full rays of the sun, I 

 could not pick them, but promised to spend the morning with 

 them. Returning to the hotel for my colors, I took a hasty 

 breakfast, and the rest of the morning found me seated by the 

 side of these flowers so prettily named. 



They are one of the favorites of the flora on the coast. 

 All seem to love them. The prettiest decorations for a table I 

 ever saw were sea-shells filled with these beautiful flowers. 



A great variety of flowers grow around Monterey. The 

 ladies bring in great bunches, making the "Del Monte' look 

 like a conservatory of wild flowers. 



