1 90 HOW TO LIVE IN THE COUNTRY 



pear in form and a cherry in flavor. It is so superb 

 that Nature does not care to ship it just makes 

 it too delicate for anything but home use. The leaf 

 looks much like a coarse elm, but it is evergreen. 

 The huge clusters of flowers begin to open in 

 November, and the first are barren, but they continue 

 to expand through December and January. These 

 end in great clusters of golden yellow fruit that the 

 jays like to jab holes into to suck the juice and let in 

 the sunshine. 



A friend sent me a crate of pineapples. I sup- 

 posed that I knew pineapples, but here was a novelty. 

 Cut dead ripe from the stem, I was told to cut the 

 apples into slices of half an inch thick, to pare these 

 of the rind, and eat from hand. To sugar such a 

 pineapple would be to sugar a Bartlett pear or a 

 Northern Spy. I followed directions, and discov- 

 ered what Byron could not find, " a new sensation." 

 Here it works just the other way from what it 

 does with peaches, for a single slice sends a joy all 

 through you and two slices completely satisfy every 

 knowable desire, leaving you the conviction that you 

 could not add to your internal peacefulness. That is 

 a vile thing that is shipped North, to be sugar soaked 

 and iced. It is not the real pineapple. 



,We have mulberries in our Northern orchards, 

 but we mostly leave them to the birds, as we should. 

 I think that a row of mulberry trees at the rear of 

 a country home would make a good wind-break and 

 help considerably to keep the birds out of the gar- 



