DAYS IN MY GARDEN 



COWSLIPS 



As the twilight advances the wind drops and in the 

 calm it almost seems as if the mysterious power of 

 growth was stayed and the production of delicate leaf 

 and flower and stem had ceased. They had material- 

 ised so rapidly since sunrise, that we almost felt we 

 had caught something of the mystic change, 

 and seen the thin air and invisible moisture 

 cohere to finest tissue, but now there is a halt 

 a quiet stillness as if the current had been 

 switched off, and all is silent restfulness and 

 peace. Labour in the fields is over, for hay- 

 time and harvest are hardly yet a promise ; there 

 is no sound of cattle nor bleat of sheep, for they 

 are again eagerly grazing the tender sweet grass, 

 brushing on one side with moist cold noses the lovely 

 scented cowslips with their pale-green heads and 

 drops of gold. For these animals not having yet fully 

 shed their warm winter coats 

 have been resting in 

 the shade and, like 

 us, have felt unduly 

 the first touches of 



a heightening sun. 



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HUNCH-BACKED BUNNIES 



ADVANCE 



