The Press., 1892-09-15
(For The Press.) WEEDS.

the little garden, with it's rows of beets and carrots and onions, where we children each summer day worked our allotted ''stint" in pulling out the witch-grass and sorrel, and such other weeds as we had, learned to distinguish from the plants.
 Later, when I had plants and flowers of my own to cultivate, I sometimes thought the result hardly paid for the la- bor, so fast did the weeds spring up, with even the best of care to keep them down but had no idea of the possibilities in the word till came to live on the farm. Not that this is an exceptionally weedy place. I do not think it is, only see here so many kinds which never noticed before, and of which do not even know the names. Counting the time and pa- tience and money spent in trying to erad- icate weeds they are among the most cost ly products of the farm, and must be of vast importance in Flora's kingdom.
 I stood one day on the threshold at my kitchen door and counted twenty-seven different kinds of weeds that could see within few yards of where I stood. Who could tell tell how many more va rieties a careful search would have re- vealed? Around the doorstep grew the dainty little chick-weed, pretty plant for the hanging fower-pot in winter. Close by was the red sorrel, that pest of both garden and field. Then pert white daisy stared up at me with unwinking eyes. From above two or three velvety mullen leaves. Next was a weed I could not name among some buttercups, with their golden blossoms, and stalk of the fra grant catnip, of which pussy is so fond. Near by was 8 clump of caraway, with it's spicy seeds. bringing to mind the dear old ladies who, years ago, used to carry great punches of it to the "meeting house" to nibble during the long sermon time, dis tributing from time to tin few sprigs to the sleepy children sitting near them.
 Across the yard is a large burdock, with it's broad rough leaves and prickly seed burrs, which cling so consistently to
  contact. In front of the doorstep l see plant of May-weed with it's daisy like flowers, and all about it the wild peppergrass or shepherds sprout furnish es seed for the birds.
 Under the apple trees and in their dense shade the ground is thickly covered with pig weed, wild mustard ,heartsease ,cockle. 1 weed, and several kinds I do not know. Scattered all about the door-yard is the yellow dock, dandelion, and the clean looking plantain, with it's switch-likt seed-stalks, which are so effective, i rightly applied, in bringing refractor, urchins to their good behavior. Thel there is the bind-weed that so persistent ly sprouts everywhere, no matter how much you destroy it. They creep ant climb among the stones of the old wall till it is covered with a mantle of green they trail their graceful vines over ant about the piles of wood and broker boards, and swing their tendrils from tht top of every bush and stake within theil reach, and, with their handsome leaves and blossoms, make of every pile of rub bish thing of beauty.
 1 All about the door-yard and roadsides and even creeping into some of the fields we have two, yes, three, kinds of weed! that think must have been, years ago transplanted from some other locality t, serve as door-yard pets. One is specie of snapdragon, with long spikes of yellov and orange-colored flowers. It is knowl by the name of "butter- -and-eggs." If the, were of the kind having market valu our farm would be worth much more il dollars and cents than it is to-day. Tn other is soapwort, or "bouncing-bet, t." as is popularly called. It is really quite
 pretty flower. The plant grows some thing like the old-fashioned sweetwilliam but the flower is like some varieties o pinks. They are in large clusters, bot single and double, pale delicate pink a first, changing to a darker shade. The are very handsome for house decoration but their odor is quite objectionable t. some people. A large bed of them nea the house, when in full bloom, attracts good deal of notice from passers-by no acquainted with the flower.
 The last is the old-fashioned lily, a every one calls it, one of the flowers ou grandmothers loved, and gave place i the garden with the lilac, the big red rose and the fragrant pink. never used pass a place where they were in bloor without "pretty nearly cracking one c the commandments" as the little gil said, but my covetousness has been dul punished with such liberal supply c them that would be glad to divide wit any who will accept a portion.
 My list of weeds is not exhausted; O the contrary, it seems to be constantly 1T creasing; but it is getting late for longe wedding, so I will leave the rest to gro, till have more time to attend to them.
 MRS. J. c. CRAwFoRl
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