A garden rosary . oss her lawn — the sun-light striking on her green velvet a certain point she pauses, and indi-cates to the gardener the exact spot wherethe plants are to be placed. Kneeling, heplunges his fingers into the freshly turnedearth. That humble attitude is, to my eye,not so much one of servility as of ones knees — what is a more fittingway to greet the season? Thus in the spring, we, like our fiowers,emerge from the rigid barriers that haveconfined us, and appear before each otherin brief miraculous revelation, clothed inour rightful garments — the delicate dr
A garden rosary . oss her lawn — the sun-light striking on her green velvet a certain point she pauses, and indi-cates to the gardener the exact spot wherethe plants are to be placed. Kneeling, heplunges his fingers into the freshly turnedearth. That humble attitude is, to my eye,not so much one of servility as of ones knees — what is a more fittingway to greet the season? Thus in the spring, we, like our fiowers,emerge from the rigid barriers that haveconfined us, and appear before each otherin brief miraculous revelation, clothed inour rightful garments — the delicate drap-ery of our dreams. A GARDEN ROSARY April ii he crocuses are up, in a suddenbright thatch — although thereis still snow on the perky little hlossomSy not confinedby any marked bed, but starred all overthe lawn and massed in a jostling crowd,always remind me of the small orna-mental flowers which Leonardo da Vinciloves to prick out in the thick grass underthe feet of his inscrutable
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