The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1879-09-18
Air, Sunlight and Flowers.


Mr. EDITOR: 1t would seem that every sub
ject might have been exhausted long ago, onl,
That the days and seasons are never just alike
1t is but little while since we carefully uncov
cred our fower-beds, set out the plants we ha(
go tenderly nursed through the long, cold win
ter, trained our vines and planted the seeds
and now we are gently reminded by Sunset
that the "glad summer" Is gone, and we know
that the time has come when we must make
our selection of plants for window gardening
and flower stands ..,. 1...
Always from my breakfast table go into
my garden, and this morning, whenI looked OF
my beautiful flowers that I love so we'll
wished | could place my flower beds upon
casters and wheel them into the house. 80
Wick says, "Plants, like ourselves, need air.
light, warmth, food and drink, and if these are
properly furnished they will live and grow, &C
cidents. Of course, excepted" .., Ht ..t.
Air and light are the only two requisites that
we can obtain without price. If we could de-
pend always upon the rain for water, that too,
would be free; but we have water tax to paw,
and although it seems but tritfing considering
the great abundance we are at liberty to use,
we still find that air and light are entirely Free
consequently let us use it generously ".
Open the windows and welcome the sunlight
take the brightest room for the sitting-room
make it airy and attractive. Do not shut up
the pleasantest bedroom for a guest-cham ber
1t is only occasionally occupied. Air the rooms.
one and all, every day. If you have flowers,
place few everywhere.
The bouquet holder of our caster is seldom
ever without flowers. By adding green leaves
lastly you can make very few flowers go a
great way. In arranging bouquets exercise
judgment in selection of complementary colors.
You know one color can kill another. I have
seen huge bouquet so tightly packed that
you could separate the flowers and rearrange
into more than dozen charming bouquets.
Some years since our home was in one of the
beautiful suburbs of distant city; we had
nearly two acres of ground, beautifully Guilt
waited, the most exquisite flowers of every
variety. Many times have we furnished gratis
flowers for the weddings of friends, anniversa-
ries of public institutions children's little par
ties, and for our mourning friends. My scissors
loved to clip the rarest and most delicate, and
we were never too busy to cut the flowers.
One spring morning, little boy about IL
years old came to the door, saying 'please, won't
you give us q few flowers Our little baby is
dead" took the scissors and went with him.
cutting here and there the most delicate buds
and prettiest white flowers we had, quite filing
the little basket that he held. / waited for him
to express his thanks and leave, but he stood
looking wistfully. @Well, said what is il? ?"
s'Won't you please give me some of those? it will
set off the coffin. y Rest assured did not deny
him, but large branch of the snowballs, and
gave him as many bright peonies as he wished
for, but said nothing, though I have never
forgotten the boy, or the request Tohim they
were large and snowy, to us they would have
seemed very inappropriate.
Early this spring was walking through the
grass, looking to see what might be trying to
live, when l discovered a tiny plant in bios
som. l exclaimed, ssOh, here is my little for
get-me-not, asking as plain as if in words if