GOOD-BY TO SUMMER 



winters. September evidences indeed are these, 

 but if you would see hosts of such come with me 

 to the most remote part of the grove the portion 

 overlooking the river and take a peep at the 

 meadows visible from that point. 



In the general blending of color you may not 

 be able to distinguish all the varieties of plant-life 

 represented; but the troops, the armies of asters 

 white, lavender, and purple are recognizable 

 in their abundance. Clusters of red-brown su- 

 mach berries are peeping out from their radiant 

 foliage setting; milkweed pods are opening to re- 

 lease their shimmering contents, and groups of 

 wild-mustard plants nod cheerily toward beds of 

 chicory. Little wild sunflowers Clyties in dis- 

 guise, it is whispered,- following the course of the 

 beloved sun-god scarlet hawthorn berries, tas- 

 selled golden-rods, gorgeous iron weeds, belated 

 daisies, stray dandelions, aggressive Scotch thistles 

 some still purple-crowned, others in the brown 

 and desolate seed-shedding state pert little clus- 

 ters of " butter and eggs," yellow-buttoned groups 

 of tansy, bouncing Bets, classical yarrows, and 

 even the despised burdocks all have their place 

 in the September procession. 



Across the river you see what is usually sup- 



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