WHEN SPRING AWAKES 29 



joy it is! How does it happen that we have forgotten 

 jonquils, daffodils, narcissus poeticus*? Out with the 

 garden plan, and put them down along by the lilacs in the 

 turf at the fence corner, and set out a hundred and more 

 bulbs at the proper time. Underline it well, and swear 

 to yourself not to forget. 



If we had time to mourn we would put on sackcloth 

 and strew ashes and berate ourselves for our forgetful- 

 ness, which lets moments of purest delight flit by. 



How many jonquils we have neglected to plant 

 through life, to our own sorrow ! But delay no longer. 

 Look ahead to next spring, and the merry frilled cap of 

 the sunny flower will nod to you through the darkness of 

 wakeful nights and the gloom of heavy days, and you 

 can say, "I have something to hope for there is that bed 

 of jonquils, my company of daffodils, and the narcissus 

 poeticus that blooms in May." 



To begin with, buy a pot of budding jonquils now, es- 

 pecially if you fear the fickleness of your resolution. A 

 dollar spent on enough to fill a window brings royal re- 

 turns; and note the wisdom of this, for, when the flower's 

 brief span of life has run, you can gather up the bulbs and 

 plant them where you wish to meet them again next 

 spring. The lawn mower will run over them during the 

 summer, the clovers will not whisper where they are in 

 the grass, but next March a bunch of flat spikes will push 

 through the brown mold. By trie first of April there will 



