"THE LEAFY MONTH OF JUNE" 



here, that exactly tallied with the appearance of 

 the stranger which by some chance had found its 

 way to the dooryard of the Connecticut fanner. 



It is in the June grass that the buttercups and 

 daisies open their eyes and take their first look at Buttercups 

 the new year. Blue-flags still lift their stately •**** 

 heads along the water-courses, and the blossoms 

 of the blue-eyed grass are now so large and 

 abundant that they seem to float like a flood of 

 color on the tops of the long grasses. In the wet 

 meadows, at least, the blues now predominate, 

 rather than the yellows. The only yellow flower 

 that seems to be abundant among the flags and 

 blue-eyes is a day-blooming species of the even- 

 ing primrose, with delicate, four-petalled flowers 

 scattered about the upper part of the slender 

 stems. 



It is Richard Jeffries who finds fault with the 

 artists for the profuseness with which they scat- Field jlaic- 

 tered flowers upon their canvases ; but, for my- 

 self, I recall no painted meadow more thickly 

 strewn with blossoms than the actual one which 

 stretches before me. It seems to me that the 

 fault to-day lies more in the quality of the paint- 

 ing than in the quantity of the flowers. 



It is in the face of modern tradition that one 

 wishes to see these indicated with some fidelity 

 and tenderness ; yet I cannot but feel that the old 



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