ACCORDING TO SEASON 



tops below, and forgot that holidays ever came 

 to an end. 



Now the road climbed a hill where the trees, 

 other than the evergreens, became more and more 



Winter leafless and flowerless, and where the young plants 

 dwindled into earliest infancy, showing little more 

 than tiny spears of green. The white-veined par- 

 tridge-vine, thickly studded with bright berries, 

 and the little wintergreen, whose hanging red 

 balls are flavored with so delicious an essence of 

 the woods, did their best to cover the deficiency 

 of other undergrowth, climbing over the roots of 

 trees and carpeting the forest hollows with cheer- 

 ful persistency. But when we descended toward 

 the valley beyond, close to a little stream that 



Crinkle- trickled down the hill-side, we found the crinkle- 

 root quite full grown, its three-divided leaves large 

 and fresh, and its white, cress-like flowers almost 

 expanded. We dug up a bit of its fleshy wood- 

 stock and nibbled it from time to time, fancying 

 that its pungent woodland flavor added a new rel- 

 ish to our holiday. 



Still more interesting was the discovery of the 



Showy showy orchis, even though the flower-spike, push- 

 ing up between two great oblong shining leaves, 

 needed a few more warm days for its unfolding. 

 This is a quaint, somewhat rare little plant, very 

 charming when its clustered pink-and-white flow- 



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orchis 



