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ers to the open wood, marsh, thicket, field and roadside near our 

 home. In April and May came the rue anemone, Dutchman's 

 breeches, toothwort or crinkle root, blue palmate and common 

 blue violets, yellow star grass, blue-eyed grass, wild geranium, 

 sweet Cicely, Jack-in-the-Pulpit, bellwort, Canada may flower, 

 Solomon's seal, false spikenard, catbrier and carrion flower, pink 

 lady's slipper, flowering dogwood, and the viburnums. The road- 

 sides and moist places were being brightened by the yellows of 

 buttercups and mustards. In early June the clovers, melilots, 

 bouncing bet, Deptford pink, Virginia dayflower, chicory and 

 flowering raspberry add their varied hues. The lovely moth mul- 

 lein comes with its fragile canary-yellow or purplish-white blos- 

 soms which open at night and are perfect in the early morning. 

 The evenings at this season bring the charm of the snowy white 

 evening lychnis, the night-flowering catchfly, the dainty blad- 

 der campion and the fragrant Japanese honeysuckle. During 

 the early summer we find in the open woods tall meadow rue, 

 four-leaved milkweed, dogbane, smooth rose and two pent- 

 stemons. Along the roadsides and in the fields the procession 

 now includes blue vetch, common and daisy fleabanes, common 

 St. Johnswort, tall buttercup, black-eyed Susan, Venus looking- 

 glass, blue vervain, yarrow, Queen Ann's lace, common milk- 

 weed, butter-and-eggs, several of the mints, velvet leaf or Indian 

 mallow, and the evening primrose. Through the late summer we 

 find in the thickets which border the woods hazy purple masses 

 of tick trefoil, the slender gerardia, the gleaming white of ladies' 

 tresses, and the delicate purplish-pink clusters of meadow 

 beauty or deer grass. Later the golden-rod and asters blend their 

 golds and amethysts with the Joe Pye Weed, thorowort, iron- 

 weed, white snakeroot, white lettuce, and turtle head into a 

 harmony of color which makes these early Autumn days among 

 the loveliest of the year, and in a few weeks these lovely com- 

 posites, perhaps at their best, add their hues to the colorings of 

 leaves and berries of the trees and vines, to give us in the Fall 

 sunshine the last glowing picture of our wild flowers. Then, still 

 retaining some of their softened color, they so gradually become 

 feathery plumes that, having become so interested in the ar- 

 tistry of seed pods and fliers, we do not realize our wild flowers 

 have gone until one morning in late November we find them all 

 covered with the fleecy blanket of the first snow. 



