AUGUST 



THE STURGEON'S MOON 



A /T ONTHS are said to have their comple- 

 ments in precious stones, why have they 

 not also their representative colours ? It would 

 seem as if Nature had arranged for the dwellers 

 in temperate climes a delicate chromatoscope 

 in which we may read the passing of seasons, 

 as we tell them by the wheeling constellations 

 of the Zodiac. In January there is the white 

 of the snows, and in February the bronzes of 

 certain leaf buds, or the ochres of stubble fields. 

 In March we look up, not down, and we see 

 the blue of the sky filled with prophetic gleams. 

 In April the colour of the first violet is the only 

 wear, and for May that wonderful symphony 

 of pink that means that the true bud-break 

 of the year has come. June means roses ; July 

 lilies. In August we long for the green of 

 grass and of sheltering trees, and in September 

 the yellows of countless blossomings speak for 

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