The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1897-07-22
TIE NATIONAL TRIBUNE WASHINGTON c. THURSDAY JULY ~

| the two broad oneslar petal,ike. With the
! long-stemmea hoSeii buds, and nodding fruit
and the circles of dseply-cut leaves, tho plant
has exceedingly graceful and artistic lines.
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The b!ackberries have just quit blossoming,
but the raspberriesara ripe and waiting to be
eaten, while the purple Towering raspberry is
decorating the roadsidss with its heavy. purple
| bloom. io1L
In the quiet places I've find the Pyrola, or
"Slim Leaf" AS yet we have found only one
variety, Pyrola EHiptica. although we are keep.
sharp lookout for its chums. the One. flow
cred Pyrola." aud the "Princss Pine" or
"Pipsissewa These flowers are all delicate
sweet scented, shy, fragile, and graceful. The
Pyrola Z liptica looks very much like the lilies
of the valley, with its slender stem OF
white Dropping blossoms The flowers have a
clever little device; The pistil is curved, and
hangs out OF the flower; TIL. stamens face out.
ward until they about ripe then they turn
head over heels aud face the center. 1t is
fertilization.
The lanrel and partridge berry have bios.
somed aud gone, but there is still a pretty little
pink-and- white blossom in the fieds-the
Spreading Dogbane." 1t reminds one of arbu-
tus because the flowers are small, tubular, and
are pink-,nted. The plant spIawls about the
fences AMI bitches in an effort to use up as
much of the earth as possible, but the flowers
are fair to see.
The potato vines are also in blossom, and
potato. bugs crawl about.
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Sweet scented white viOets are still to be
found, and wherever they are their faint fra
GRANGE haunti the air. The wild roses make
the roadside pink and odorous Of sweetness; n
scent that is ever fresh and uncloying. There
is a scrap of verse aboat the wild rose that
haunts me-the greater part of the poem is
forgotten but this bit sticks to my memory.
The poem is addressed, | suppose, to Il proud
city rose aud the idea is this "Oh. who would
think your grandmammas in scanty petticnats
OF pink once climbed the meadow bars ("
That's just what these were doing, aud they
looked very tomboyish.
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We have hunted for orchids hunted high
and low, in the damp woods, by little streams in
ferry places along tie sunny edges of thick
wooJs-erery where we can imagine them
likely TO he. but we have found none-auh yet
there plenty Of places that seem Just right
for these iastidoas plants, and We have not
given up hope.
When think how well and patiently the
snmach lends its lnxuriamt growth. the pyra-
mids of rich. red bloom and the brilliant Au-
tnmn caiors ia its leaves TO decorate the paths
aud roadways. we sIronli thank Providence for
much fairness. Thce blossoms now are at u
soft-hHetl. old-r shadr
Maiiow@, bouncing Bets, Black-eyed Snsans,
bel.Howers, narrow, wild parsnip, veryain.
self heal. mus ard, bnttercnps, milk weeds,
thisies. jewel we...s ti.er-iiiies, minis butter
aud eggs; butterflies. yellow. black. white and
brown; moths Of all snrts and sizes; great,
shining DRAGON flies. and yellow breasted
orinles-all these lend color. glow grace ana
joy to the scenes tlist gladden. eyes. We
have seen the daisies dance as Wordsworth s
daffodiis danced, and every day we rejoice and
are grateful that tine wer'd is so fair.
ELSIE foMEHoY McELRoY.