106 NATURE-STUDY REVIEW [15:3— March, 1919 



hood joy in the beauty and mystery of the world about me. The 

 glory of winter's sparkling robe, tinted with wondrous sunrise and 

 sunset pink; the trackless fields of spotless white ; the footprints of 

 unseen birds and beasts tracing the woodland snow ; the marvel of 

 frozen cocoons; the resurrection of spring; the first angelic song 

 of bluebirds ; the weird honking of migrating geese ; the mysterious 

 swelling of buds ; the exquisite coloring of treetops ; the struggling 

 of ice in the freshet; the awakening wasps slowly feeling their 

 way ; the drumming of grouse deep in the woods ; the first spring 

 storm; the softness of hepaticas; the sunning of snakes; the 

 odors of the woods; the smell of the earth; the greening of the 

 fields ; the nesting of birds ; the transparent colors of spring ; the 

 flashing of fish; the scream of hawks; the peeps of baby birds; 

 the power of the sun ; the fragrant hay ; the pasturing herds ; the 

 summer sunset; the autumn leaves; the mumpsy chipmunks; 

 the flocking of robins ; the jewelled spider webs; the lifting fog; 

 the crystal coat of frost; the first fall of snow; all of these and 

 myriads of other common sights and sounds in the world about us 

 have appealed to me in a mysterious way from childhood. 



I wonder if I would have enjoyed them more if I had known more 

 about them, or studied them at school in the formal way. 



If you plant a garden you won't have so much back yard to mow. 



Breeding houses for birds belong to school gardens as tnily as 

 salt does to bread or a cup to the social meal. — Dr. Erasmus 

 Schwab. 



Give a man the secure possession of a bleak rock and he will 

 convert it into a garden; give him a nine years' lease of a garden 

 and he will convert it into a desert. — Arthur Young, 1741-1820. 



A garden is something more than a plot of ground. It is as 

 Amiel said of a landscape — a state of soul. — Selected. 



