VI 



SUMMER 



QUMMER is the time when the yard 

 O looks best and feels worst meaning 

 that the human creatures who maintain it 

 are least at ease ; for we have about four 

 months in the year when the temperature 

 is infernal. Those who can, and are wise, 

 fly to the hills. Those who are poor and 

 can't, or won't, stay among the baking 

 bricks and blistering asphalt, and toil and 

 drink and grumble and die. And it is not 

 every one who can show a yard with fifty 

 varieties of plant in bloom at once to miti- 

 gate the temperature. For, really, it seems 

 a shade less hot when you can smell roses 

 through the windows, and when the lus- 

 ciousness of honeysuckle pervades the 

 steaming, stagnant air. In the morning, 



when people are gasping at the humidity, 

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