JULY 147 



WHY SHE DIGS 



When once this big store of provision is 

 safely housed, its purpose becomes appar- 

 ent, for the wasp deposits against it an egg, 

 which soon develops into a club-shaped 

 larva. This feeds on the locust, grows big, 

 spins a cocoon, and then lies quiet for the 

 winter, coming out the next year just in 

 time for the new crop of cicadas. 



SUMMER FLOWERS 



People sometimes seem to forget that 

 flowers are not over with June. Spring flow- 

 ers are coquettish; summer blooms frankly 

 bid for attention. The faint, delicate pinks 

 and violets and whites have given place to 

 red and purple, to deep blue, to yellow and 

 orange. When white comes now, it is 

 more likely to come in masses or at night, 

 and if at night, then with a fulness and 

 richness of perfume that is almost oppres- 

 sive. I suppose each of us is most sensi- 

 tive to one particular color, and I am bar- 

 baric enough to like it dark red. Of all the 

 crops that grow in our fields none delights 



