1^0 WILD AND CULTIVATED FLOWERS 
Then the outside world is like Jack Frost’s home. 
But days come in winter when there is no' snow on 
the ground, or only sad little patches of it slowly 
melting, and then the bare earth and the dead leaves 
appear most melancholy. It Is for such times that 
we must try to grow shrubs and plants that cling 
to their leaves. As well as I can remember, we 
have now only the six spruces and the hepaticas 
snuggling In the wood-border to look green 
throughout the year. There Is, besides, the old 
pine near the point of the triangle. In which the 
grackles built their nest. 
Still, It Is difficult to plan for, or even to think 
of, winter In this month of May. Many of the 
plants that have not bloomed are getting ready to 
bloom. Although no buds may be In sight, one 
can tell their intention by their lively. Important 
look. Joseph’s seedlings have grown apace this 
month, and he Is much Interested in them. On my 
roses I also see many small green buds. 
The white dogwood blossoms In the wood-border 
have turned to brownish pink. They are dying. 
All over the country now, the leaves are fully un- 
folded, having lost the delicate, crinkled look they 
had In late April. We are no longer able to see 
the framework of the trees and the landscape In the 
distance. The foliage Is growing dense, shutting 
out inquiring eyes. Still, the leaves have not been 
here long enough to become weather-worn or have 
their freshness soiled by dust. 
