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THE LAST MAY DAYS 
ed blue-eyed grass are now seen in abundance. At 
first I thought they faded and died on being picked, 
a habit different from that of quaker-ladies, which 
remain fresh in the house for a long time. Now, 
however, I have found out that while pointed blue- 
eyed grass closes its petals with the first shock of 
being picked and placed in water, it is likely toi open 
them again the next day at about noon. 
At Miss Wiseman’s and at Nestly Heights the 
dark crimson peonies are now in full bloom, while 
the double pink ones have colour showing about 
their buds. As yet the white ones about here have 
not opened. I wonder if Joseph and I are quite 
wise in choosing only white peonies for our autumn 
planting. The bursting pink ones at Miss Wise- 
man’s are surely lovely. If they had fragrance 
one might almost imagine them a race of giant 
roses. Perhaps this autumn we can buy a few 
pink ones, as well as the white, and put them in 
the long, border-like bed somewhere behind the 
columbines- 
Next autumn, next year! Joseph and I contin- 
ually talk about these coming times. It seems as 
if we thought little of the things we have done so 
far, because we expect the plants to be so' much 
larger and finer later on, and because there is 
always more planting in the wind. 
Nevertheless, during these last days of May the 
triangle looks very pretty. The grass is kept so 
closely cropped by Timothy that it has lost its 
