from that most exquisite of wanderers, the Bohemian 

 wax wing. 



When we left a great row of elderberry bushes 

 along the back of our garden we did so because they 

 reminded us of hedgerows, and banks of old brooks 

 where we once went a-fishing back in childhood's 

 country. When the bushes were covered with great 

 clusters of white flowers the garden was filled with 

 memory-thrilling perfume. When the blossoms de- 

 veloped into masses of dark jewels we planned to 

 make wine, but we changed our minds when we found 

 the fruit attracted every catbird and robin in the 

 countryside. 



The sunflowers planted for decorative purposes 

 were appropriated by the buccaneer bumblebees, who 

 wallowed about the flower centres until they emerged 

 clothed in golden pollen. 



When the sunflower seed ripens it is an invitation 

 to every chickadee, goldfinch and nuthatch for miles 

 about. 



The most beautiful garden in the world would be 

 utterly barren without birds, bees and butterflies. 



The butterflies and bees need little luring, but the 

 birds confer their presence and fellowship with royal 



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