82 A YEAR IN A LANCASHIRE GARDEN. 



XL 



The Wood and the Withered Leaves Statues Sun-dials The 

 Snow Plans for the Spring Conclusion. 



November 7. The soft autumn weather still 

 spares what flowers the rains have left us, and here 

 and there are signs as if of another spring. Violets 

 along the grass walks, Strawberries in flower, and 

 to-day a little yellow Brier Rose blossoming on 

 an almost leafless spray, remind us of the early 

 months of the year that is no more. But here, 

 too, are some of the flowers of November. The 

 Arbutus has again opened its bunches of waxen 

 pink, and the Chrysanthemums are again bloom- 

 ing on the shrubbery beds. The year has all but 

 completed its circle since first I wrote these notes, 

 and I speak to-day of the flowers, the same, yet 

 not the same, as those of which I wrote eleven 

 months ago. 



The trees have lost nearly every leaf, and our 



