The Tupelo journal., 1908-03-13
LIFE IN THE CITY.
DIARY of q Lover Of Nature Compelled
to Live in Town.

DIARY Of a Lover Of Nature Compelled
to Live in Town.
Monday felt the first breath
of spring to-day, says a writer IN
London Life. A whole truckload
of fresh vegetables passed. Going
out into the back yard / gathered
a blade of grass. 1t had come UP
through the only hole in the pave.
ment. Tomorrow l may find an,
other.
Tuesday saw a flock of ducks
this morning going south-to mar.
Set. They looked fat and sleek, but
understand are 40 cents a pound,
Yesterday, my favorite cat had
kittens, and | have named them
pussy willows. Another sign that
spring is here.
Wednesday-A watering cart
passed by this morning. How the
season is advancing. 1t is almost
time to plant my roof garden. How
fragrant the air grows with the
scent OF bananas, fresh fish and
automobiles. / saw a bit of the
sky this morning as l peeped out
through the tall buildings and my
heart took fresh courage. A fu.
neral procession just went by. ]
see by the obituary columns that
1T was of an elder of a church in
the next block. Can it be that the
elder berries are here?
Thursday-I have q visitor this
morning. Standing near the
dumb waiter in the dining-room
where | could look out of the win
dow into my neighbours washing,
my attention was called to this
nimble little creature as she
frisked about looking for a ray of
sunlight. This is the first cock.
roach | have seen this year. An
early summer.
Friday-It is early in the morn
ing, but the afternoon papers are
out. To-day it rained and walked
oatm it, all by my lonesome. To
be alone in the rain in a large city,
with the steam rising from the
pavements, is, indeed, to refresh
ones soul. All the monthly mag.
azines, heavy with "ads." fresh
from the press, peeped out invit.
ingly from undergauntt arpaulins.
An ambulance hurried by. What
could it mean? Had nature for.
cotton itself? No. 1t must have
been a trolley car. Raindrops
everywhere - on the claimants
eyelashes. on the r".Lrette's last
year hat, on the horses necks, on
the subway contractors. How it
makes my heart leap up! The dust
is laid.
Saturday. had a great sur.
prise this morning. i was walk
ing along carelessly, unheedingly,
listening absently to the hum of
the elevated, when a strange sight
met my eyes. AS I drew nearer l
felt my heart begin to palpitate.
1cs-thcre it was-a pumpkin in
Il restaurant window. I stopped
and examined it closely, and then
| felt a sudden sense of relief.
Summer, then, was not so early
after all. 1t was only papier
mache. Tomorrow l shall 90 out
for peanuts.
Sunday-How quiet the air is to.
day. hear nothingbut the church
bells, an occasional automobile,
some boys calling "Extraw and a
fire engine. So still is the air that
the heat rises from the bakery I'm.
der the opposite pavement to a
height of 40 feet. What beautiful
spirals it assumes. l know it
would tan my feet beautifully if
l stood over it, and yet | do not
dare make the attempt. This
morning | saw a bunch of violets,
the first | have seen since the price
fell. How glowing, and fragrant,
and fresh theNdidn't seem! Ma
ture, my dear old pal, how beauti-
full you are on this calm, still Sab
bath morning!