12 VIGNETTES FROM NATURE, 



II. 



SEDGE AND WOODRUSH. 



SITTING here on the edge of the low wall that 

 banks up the meadow against Cannington 

 Lane, I can pick without stooping half a 

 dozen different kinds of grassy-looking weeds, 

 all within easy reach of my hand in the field 

 behind me. The sun is shining brightly 

 through the horse-chestnut branches, the 

 west wind is blowing gently over the valley, 

 and the day is warm enough to tempt a little 

 loitering under the scanty shade of the young 

 foliage overhead ; so I cannot do better than 

 pick and examine a few of these unnoticed 

 flowers, whose pale yellow spikelets are 

 hardly conspicuous enough to attract the 



