Wessex . canread, for the wave-characters have a place in nolanguage : they are the lettered notes of sea-music, sador gay, as its mood may be. Summer, the time of flowers and ripening corn,brings to Wessex gardens a blaze of colour, a riot ofblossom which speaks of rich soil and pure air. Overthe thatch of cottages climb roses red and white ; alongthe tiny paths leading to porch and cottage door nodcampanulas and roses, and the mingled scent of stocks,sweet peas, and lavender perfumes the air ; whilst oneither hand are wide-faced yellow sunflowers and up-standing spikes of red and white holly
Wessex . canread, for the wave-characters have a place in nolanguage : they are the lettered notes of sea-music, sador gay, as its mood may be. Summer, the time of flowers and ripening corn,brings to Wessex gardens a blaze of colour, a riot ofblossom which speaks of rich soil and pure air. Overthe thatch of cottages climb roses red and white ; alongthe tiny paths leading to porch and cottage door nodcampanulas and roses, and the mingled scent of stocks,sweet peas, and lavender perfumes the air ; whilst oneither hand are wide-faced yellow sunflowers and up-standing spikes of red and white hollyhocks. In suchgardens, instinct with colour, perfume, and beauty, is theconcentrated joy of summer life, with the underlyingsong of bees and the twittered accompaniment of sparrowsin the thatch. Many a Wessex garden is indeed a quietbower, far from the noise of town—a spot full of sweetdreams, and health, and gently breathing peace. Autumn brings many beauties to W^essex—exquisite 238 SUMMER FN WESSEX. Autumn in Wessex tints of foliage, beauty of cloud and shadows, glories ofthe lingering summer days. Along the winding lanesthere is new charm. Overhead the green canopy haschanged to one of yellow, russet, crimson, and brownsof many shades, and underfoot the carpet of the dyingyear is thickening day by day. In the hedges the samestory is told. Lingering blackberries give a sombre ora crimson note, and the scarlet of the wild roses fruitflashes upon the wayfarer on every side. Creepers are turning, and exquisite autumn tints are veining allleaves. Natures rich pencilling for mortals flowers yet linger in the hedges, loth to gowith the rest of summers joys, and the pale forget-me-nots seem to be frailer still beside the brook and river. In the orchards golden leaves are falling, to rival intheir carpeting of greensward underneath the trees thebeauty of that of spring ; and boughs which bent withblossom are bending neath the russet and the sun-kissed crimson o
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