AS FANCY FLIES 69 



usually having their own way, and not to be depended 

 on to do as you wish. 



The gentle gardener never lacks variety in her vines, 

 nor do any other plants better repay for care, weaving 

 fragrant bowers, covering walls, hiding unsightly places, 

 and taking no space at all when trained up the corner of 

 the house or over a dead tree. Fortunately the roots are 

 to be bought and will live for years if granted winter 

 protection. The wild grape is to be encouraged; and 

 where else is there such sweetness? The purple and 

 white clematis, the sweet honeysuckle, Dutchman's pipe, 

 trumpet creeper, and rambling roses, each and all are 

 just waiting the chance to make an eye-trap. 



"When thou dost a rose behold, say I send it greet- 

 ing," sang the poet Heine in an immortal song of spring; 

 that, with another charming Lied, "In wondrous lovely 

 month of May, when all the buds are opening," has in- 

 spired melody in music makers since his time, and stirs 

 the hearts of singers everywhere in tune with nature. At 

 this hour, when jocund day is smiling over fields and 

 garden, if we listen we can hear songs of spring echoing 

 through the groves and tinkling among the flower bells 

 and from the trumpets of lilacs and sweet honeysuckles. 



Joy shines in the faces of the quaint velvet-bonneted 

 pansies, a finer fragrance exhales from the blushing crab- 

 apple blossoms as we pay reverence to their beauty. In 

 the woodland the atmosphere is alive with bird twitters, 



