BERRIES 



crannied nooks and crevices, was a haven for birds; it 

 seemed to Dreatne protection ana contentment, so quiet 

 and unassuming -were its soft gray walls adorned witk tke 

 delicate pink of sweet-triar Uossoms in June. Plioebes 

 and swallows appropriated the corners under tke eaves; 

 chippy birds ana yellow warblers concealed tneir tiny 

 Lomes among tbe vines; ruby-tbroats visited tbe scarlet 

 fucnsias tnat grew m tbe lo-wer casements and little s^val- 

 lows fearlessly peeped in at tbose of tbe chambers above. 

 L wo rugged pines, now faintly tinged witb the golden 

 hue of their inconspicuous blossoms, spread their dark 

 branches, that sheltered the nests of kinglets and thrushes, 

 over the lo-w roof of the coftage. 



A. host of fruit-loving birds lived in the garden m 

 early summer. They feasted continually on choke and 

 wild cherries, and cloyingly sweet mulberries. Seldom 

 at any other season, did the shy, elusive cedar -wax- 

 wings enter the garden, but love of the purple fruit of 

 the mulberry dispelled all fear in June. The bluebirds 

 and orioles were equally fond of it, but they must, 

 perchance, satisfy their appetites with that which fell 

 to the ground, for the wax-wings claimed the trees. 



On quiet summer days the drowsy hum of bees 

 and the buzz of humming birds joined the chorus of bird 

 twitters. nV ith incredible s-wiftness, the hummers dart- 

 ed from the honeysuckles to the gladiolas, sipping nectar 

 from their showy blossoms. On the shady side of the 

 coftage, m a cool, moist, spot beside a running brook, 

 gre-w a great patch of je-welweed; in August the dainty 

 orange flowers drooped nke pendant ear-je-wels from 

 pale translucent stems. This was a veritable paradise 



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