CHAPTER XVI 
THE LAST MAY DAYS 
HERE Is a time in the late afternoon, just when 
i It Is passing Into the twilight, that Joseph 
and I especially love to walk In the garden. Then 
It seems as If we could see things more clearly than 
In the sunshine. The fragrance of the garden at 
this time Is also very sweet. We can look about 
sharply at the plants that we have tried to make 
grow, and wonder If they have done quite as well 
for us as they would have done In another garden. 
The failures do not always discourage us, because 
we will know better how to grapple with them an- 
other year. Apple blossoms and the pink dog- 
wood of the wood-border have begun to drop their 
petals, and In many ways we are reminded that 
these are the last days of May. 
In one thing we have been most fortunate. The 
season has been exceptionally fine for growing 
things. There has been too much humidity for 
the comfort of human beings ; but this is something 
that particularly suits the plant world. Even the 
weeds have seized the opportunity to grow as never 
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