. The journal of a country woman. ecause it is hard to deny yourself. . Youmust think of the luxury of freedom, so you willenter into possession of yourselves; and youwill be glad and free and creative and strong. We can do away with half the problems, socalled, of modern life by going back to thecountry, taking with us the real gold of modernlife and leaving the dross. What a brainlessthing for everybody to crowd into the cities,thereby making the social and civic problemsof city life, and then stay there spending muchof their lives in trying to help solve them!Better lead the way back to the
. The journal of a country woman. ecause it is hard to deny yourself. . Youmust think of the luxury of freedom, so you willenter into possession of yourselves; and youwill be glad and free and creative and strong. We can do away with half the problems, socalled, of modern life by going back to thecountry, taking with us the real gold of modernlife and leaving the dross. What a brainlessthing for everybody to crowd into the cities,thereby making the social and civic problemsof city life, and then stay there spending muchof their lives in trying to help solve them!Better lead the way back to the country andsolve in this way a real part of our own and thecitys problems. April Fifth. The daffodils have poked theirfiat green shoots far above ground, and to mydelight they are in clumps half-way down oneside of the lawn as they used to be when I camehere as a child. The look and odor of thosedaffodils stand out as clearly to me as whenthey bloomed afresh here. To me there is noflower more bewitching and suggestive. No 28. A COUNTRY WOMAN color or odor of flowers ever seems so pure andperfect. They come so early and seem so hardyand joyftd, with the promise of the stmimer intheir lovely fragrance and color. The oldgarden has a bed of them too and of tulips andhyacinths. The stored-up sweetness of motherearth is in the odors of these early flowers, sorich and wonderftil in color and form. Theblessed things do not need to be pampered likefrailer flowers, but make their way up throughthe rich loam of old gardens in strong, swayingbunches or on old-fashioned lawns, seeming re-lated to and harmonious with the green grassbeside them. There are no crocuses about, but I shall plantthe bulbs in the best cleared part of the woodlot, and lily bulbs too. The land there is ratherlow and moist, and it is almost a woods gardennow with quantities of ferns, native orchids,and other wonderful woods and swamp all this region was owned by the earlyDutch settlers I can fancy that t
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