The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1881-11-09

There's the whole OF summer In the summer
When the daylight hntters from their swing
Aise EN-. ss1ssp.arsd welcomes from enraptured
When the clouds of sunset stream like burn
There's ~ me fsfnt, low warblins of their soft
There are rivers murmuring as they onward
That tha pale spring Iooseaed into fuller how;
Now a-wider glory In their sparkling hides |
There's summers passion In their throbbing |
Thin wings, sunshine-dusted, thro' the noon
HHpttsTtiiss IL silence tiutteEing to and fro:
Inere tne whole ripe sweetness OF the sprin9
There's the whole of summer in tine summer
a., -Mys. Z. G. Whtton, IN Wide-A,pase.
A SUMNER IDYL.a
Heroic struzxies or Two Amateur Car
E--g deners- g
The first week or two of May Is en-
chanting to the amateur gardener in
this latitude. 'Tis then he plants po-
tatoes, corn, beans, onions, lettuce,
radishes, oyster-plant, Lima beans,
watermelons and muskmelons.ln In the
possibilities of the future, it is to be de-
licious during the summer to pull rad
ishes and dig potatoes from ones own
garden. 1t is to be delicious to see
ones vegetables grow and to hear the
birds sing over them. The manage
ment of the house in the midst of which
this vegetable garden was situated de-
pended entirely on her. They kept no
servant They declared they stood in
need of none. And while, during the
day, he was at his business in the city,
she essayed to care for the rapidly
growing vegetables. The good and
bad in this world do often prosper alike,
and oftimes the bad seems to prosper
as well if not better than the good. So
weeds, taking advantage of the appli-I
ances placed in the soft ground for de-
veloping vegetables, grow as fast if not
faster than vegetables by man deemed
legitimate to that soil, simply because
he takes pleasure in eating them,2 al
though, If the question be considered
on its real merits. any fair leEel-head-
ed man would say that the weeds being
the original natives of the soil and to
the manor born, have better claim to
said soil than the vegetables, which are
generally foreign importations. How
ever, tho vegetables must be protected
from the weeds by a hoe with q human
being at the business end.
A PLUcKY LITTLE WOMAN.
She was a plucky little woman, and
said she would officiate at this end of
the hoe while he was at business in the
city. So she did. For few weeks it
was drawn battle between her and
the weeds. The garden was on new
ground. and low-lying, swampy bit
of ground, too. The weeds consisted
principally of fern and swamp-cabbage
Her task was to keep down q voluntary
fernery and give the potatoes a chance.
The garden soil was mainly sand; not
sand indigenous to the place, but some
hauled from afar and spread over the
swamp. This was an idea indigenous
to his uncle, who had mania for inn
proving the worst pieces OF land he
could pick out and buy cheap. He had
colonized him and her on this swamp,
and granted them rent free for the sum-
mer in hopes that the presence of such
respectahle- appearing settlers might
attract others to the spot. She was
not an expert in the knowledge of veg
etables. Didn't, in fact. know q potato
vine from skunk-cabbage. b BY the
middle of June the skunk cabbage had
got the start of the potatoes, and
threatened to swallow them up. She
was of this happily ignorant, taking
the skunk-cahhage for some legitimate
vegetable which he had d planted
among the potatoes Thriving on her
ignorance the skunk-cabbage increased
and multiplied.
He came home earlier than usual one
day and would take look at his pota-
toes. Seeing skunk cabbage and peta-'
toes together from afar, and not then
being himself well grounded in kitchen
garden science and indications of weed
evils. he said: How well things are
growingr' Coming little nearer, it
struck him these might not all be pota-
to vines. s.Hallor' he cried to her,
"1 thought this was the potato patch" ,"
=" So it is" said she.
"Wherep" said he.
Where you are standing. You're
knee-keep In potato vines now" said
she.
Said he, GOOD gracious! Thunderi
are weeds. This is skunk-cabbare.
And you have hoed thisP',
"Yes," said she, ssI hoed all the
nasty weeds that came up around
them.n GA .,risl
"Why, you've hoed away the potato
plants and left this skunk-cabbage,'" he
squealed.
az thought I was hoeing the pota-
toes, and that they were doing all so
nicely and 50 much better than the
onions, because that dreadful fern has
got among the onions," said she.
FIGHTING WEEDS.
He got his big hoe and she her little
hoe, and together they slashed skunk
| cabbage till dark They arose at five
the next morning and pitched again
into skunk-cabbage, and, by breakfast
time, the few potato vines she had acci-
IDENTIFY missed had faint chance for
life. Meantime the Kitchen garden and
life in the country went on and on.
Other weeds industriously sprang up all
| thicker and thicker. Did they light q
lamp at night, millions on millions of
| small winged things lost their lives try
ing to put it out. Strange insects,
winged, horned, clawed, fanged and
| pronged came into the house, got into
their bed, into his boots, into her slip
ders- Frogs croaked in the cellar.
| For week they were occupied in forti-
| flying the windows with mosquito nets.
| Three times a week the butcher brought
scraggy pieces of meat from the city,
for which they paid the highest price.
| The only store was q mile away on q
! sandy road ALI this, added to the
weeds, kept her very busy She began
| to think that rural life looked best in
book. They had ffty-two hills of po-
tatoes. al wonder If this patch will
raise US enough 10 Last all winter" he
asked of her as they were going into
the house one evening, both pretty tired
! from hoeing skunk cabbage. 81 guess
so," said she, "but if they d only grow
| as wellas skunk-cabbage we might have
some to SELL" Just then an agriculture
| al neighbor. passing the house, called
out to them: Got any bugs yetr'
She turned up her nose