



Seed Catalog 
Winter it may be, by the calendar, with « a bitter 
wind Nncide 
And Spring be ever so impossibly far away, 
But it little matters what that weather forecast 
plots, 
_ For midsummer has arrived by mail today. 
More than the richly glowing vegetables and bril- 
| liant blooms : 
Are stored in promise of these growing things: 
Here is the blaze of August noon, the scent of 
“mew-cut grass, 
The endless summer song the locust sings. 
Sunlight and tet shadow: and muttered growl of 
thunderstorm, 
The fresh-washed smell of endir after rain: 
It may be winter actually, but in the pages of this 
. k 
_ All summer is miraculously returned again. 
FrepericK EsRIGHT 
