Autumn 



field high up on the Catskill Mountains. 

 The flowers that we care for we are apt 

 to associate with the particular spot in 

 which we found them first or at their 

 best and the mention or sight of this 

 little orchid instantly recalls that breezy 

 upland with its far-reaching view, and its 

 hum of eager bees which were sucking 

 the rare sweets of the late year from 

 the myriad spires among which I lay 

 one September morning. 



Another plant linked for me with the 

 same region and season is the so-called 

 Canadian violet. Till late September, 

 along a winding mountain road, one 

 could gather great bunches of its fresh, 

 leafy - stemmed flowers white, yellow- 

 centred, fragrant, with purple veins above 

 and violet - washed below. Near them 

 the wild strawberries were abundantly in 

 blossom, as they are now to some extent 

 in Berkshire. 



And whenever I see a depauperate 

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