When the apple trees blossom 



beauty, for few ornamental trees can vie with 

 its display of shining color. There was a 

 great old crab right in the flower garden of 

 my boyhood home, amid quaint box -trees, 

 snowballs and lilacs. LiHes-of-the-valley flour- 

 ished in its shadow, the delicate bleeding- 

 heart mingled with old-fashioned irises and 

 peonies at its feet. From early spring until 



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