Twenty Hill Hollow 
the prime of life. In February, squirrels, hares, 
and flowers were in springtime joy. Bright 
plant-constellations shone everywhere about 
the Hollow. Ants were getting ready for work, 
rubbing and sunning their limbs upon the husk- 
piles around their doors; fat, pollen-dusted, 
“burly, dozing humble-bees” were rumbling 
among the flowers; and spiders were busy 
mending up old webs, or weaving new ones. 
Flowers were born every day, and came gush- 
ing from the ground like gayly dressed children 
from a church. The bright air became daily 
more songful with fly-wings, and sweeter with 
breath of plants. 
In March, plant-life is more than doubled. 
The little pioneer cress, by this time, goes to 
seed, wearing daintily embroidered silicles. 
Several claytonias appear; also, a large white 
leptosiphon[?], and two nemophilas. A small 
plantago becomes tall enough to wave and 
show silky ripples of shade. Toward the end of 
this month or the beginning of April, plant-life 
is at its greatest height. Few have any just con- 
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