Summer flowers. 



Let us be always out of doors among trees and grass and 

 rain and wind and sun. Let us get out of these in-door, nar- 

 row, modern days, whose twelve hours somehow have become 

 shortened, into the sunlight and the pure wind. A something 

 that the ancients called divine can be found and felt there still. 

 RICHARD JEFFERIES, THE AMATEUR POACHER. 



