WILD FLOWER NUMBER 
Bulletin of 
Zhc (3ar6en Club 
of Hmerica 
May, 1921 JsJ^^^--^^^^^^^^ ^H^ (^*'' Serie«) 
Honorary President 
MRS. J. WILLIS MARTIN 
Chestnut Hill, Philadelphia 
President ist Vice-President 
MRS. S. V. R. CROSBY MRS. SAMUEL SLOAN 
OS Beacon Street, Boston, and 45 E. S3kd Street, New York, and 
Manchester, Mass. Garrison, New York 
Treasurer 2nd Vice-Presidemt 
MRS. WILLIAM RAND MRS. JOHN A. STEWART, Jr. 
118 E. 40TH Street, New York, and Short Hills, New Jersey 
RVE, New York. 3^^ Vice-President 
Secretary MRS. SAMUEL H. TAFT 
MRS. HAROLD I. PRATT 3339 Morrison Avenue 
s8 E. 68th Street, New York, and Clifton, Cincinnati, Ohio 
Glen Cove, L. I. w^ Vice-President 
Librarian MRS. FRANCIS B. CROWNINSHIELD 
MRS. FREDERICK L. RHODES 164 Marlboro Street, Boston, and 
Short Hills, New Jersey Masblehead, Mass. 
Editor 
MRS. WALTER S. BREWSTER 
H20 Lake Shore Drive, Chicago, and Lake Forest, Illinois 
The objects of this association shall be: to stimulate the knowledge and love of gardening among 
amateurs; to share the advantages of association, through conference and correspondence in thii 
country and abroad; to aid in the protection of native plants and birds; and to encourage civic planting. 
MAY IS BUILDING HER HOUSE 
May is bmlding her house. With apple blooms 
She is roofing over the glimmering rooms; 
Of the oak and the beech hath she builded its beams, 
And spinning all day at her secret looms, 
With arras of leaves each wind-swayed wall 
She pictureth over, and peopleth it all 
With echoes and dreams 
And singing of streams. 
May is building her house. Of petal and blade. 
Of the roots of the oak, is the flooring made. 
With a carpet of mosses and lichen and clover. 
Each small miracle over and over, 
And tender traveling green things strayed. 
Her windows, the morning and evening star, 
And her rustling doorways, ever ajar 
With the coming and going 
Of fair things blowing, 
The thresholds of the four winds are. 
May is building her house. From the dust of things 
She is making the songs and flowers and the wings; 
From October's tossed and trodden gold 
She is making the young year out of the old; 
Yea; out of winter's flying sleet 
She is making all the summer sweet. 
And the brown leaves spumed of November's feet 
She is changing back again to spring's. 
Richard Le Gallienne 
Copyright by John Lane Co., 1913. 
