. Sharp eyes; a rambler's calendar of fifty-two weeks among insects, birds and flowers; . haunt in some sunny nook, you may dig awaythe snow, and pick its white, starry blossoms, larger andfuller now than those of summer. I recall a beautifulepisode from one of my winter walks long ago, in whichthe lowly chickweed won my gratitude. I was skirt-ing the borders of a swamp where every hollow betweenmound and tussock was roofed with thin, glassy ice lefthigh and dry by the receding of the water beneath, andhad approached within a few feet of the remnants of anold farm hot-bed, which stood at the f
. Sharp eyes; a rambler's calendar of fifty-two weeks among insects, birds and flowers; . haunt in some sunny nook, you may dig awaythe snow, and pick its white, starry blossoms, larger andfuller now than those of summer. I recall a beautifulepisode from one of my winter walks long ago, in whichthe lowly chickweed won my gratitude. I was skirt-ing the borders of a swamp where every hollow betweenmound and tussock was roofed with thin, glassy ice lefthigh and dry by the receding of the water beneath, andhad approached within a few feet of the remnants of anold farm hot-bed, which stood at the foot of a steepsouthern slope. Its foundation was rimmed with themimic glass as though in consolation, and, in furthersympathy, at one portion the clear crystal roof discloseda lush growth of the chickweed beneath, its starryblossoms rivalling the surrounding snow in mimic conservatory—no, not a viimic, rather say themodel, the cold-frame which nursed its winter blos-soms eons before the modern infringement of the floristwas conceived of. or the florist himself an »^.,
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