The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1909-08-20

Those who only visit the country 1t
week-ends. 0s other Intervals. cannot
help being struck with the fact that
there IL nearly always dominating
flower: that II tO say. ons which In
full bloom takes possession OF the land
scape and sttAins = temporary mastery
over all others. On Q comparatively
small but definite scale. this is wit
nesxed in the garden. This IL DAT
f0dil time" We exclaim one day in
our Joy 1t seeing the ground become
yellow with the bloom. Of this flower.
But In . little while I'VE weep to ses
you haste away 10 soon" The life
metaphor for all that IL most fair
and transient. For . little while only
does the fresh purity Of the color re-
main. seed-p0ds are formed. the pet
ais wither. tho beauty passes. II is
part Of . procession. and in the very
act Of breathing . sigh Of regret that
what !S 70 fair should be no evanes-
cent. attention 10 caught BY = new set
Of h0retx that swell out till they oc-
cupy the place II those that have
faded. The dAnodil. either ir the mass
or the individual. poSsesses kind Of
wistfulnesE such ~ might come from
gaxinG from the outside Of some i'm
passsbls gate over those tabled plains
whereon the ancient dreamed II grew.
But the tulip when dominant In Of an
opposite character. An emobidiment
Of color without fragrance. It COM
bines with the butterfly to show gay.
ETY. unmixed with sentiment The DAT.
fodil Is romantic maiden. the tulip
. tripping ballet girl. exquisitely
but touching no emotion. How differ.
ent with the rose. Ago cannot wither
nor custom stale her INFINITE variety"
In the ronary Of the rich. in the gar
den plot Of the poor. embellishing .
persola or covering the cottage walls,
It tells tho same tale and suggests
ths same old song. "Oh, my luve IL
like . red. red rose that's newly
sprung In June" Oder and color and
form all unite. and when we speak
OF what transcends life, there Ia no
simils inner than that Of tho "unfad.
ing" rose. No wonder that Rosa Nun.
di 10 = name Of highest honor.
lts mention carries us back to the
fields. A garden close IL we'll, but
q div!ner and more pellucid air.
hangs over tho wild thicket and hedge
row where tho dog rose Ia In its glory.
The wind blowing over grass and half.
grown corn when tho wild rose Ia at
It's height. dinsipates the garden senti.
ment. II In a dominating flower in
early July. and no We appear to be
taking our pageant backward almost.
But. indeed. the best OF procession
10 not always to be seen from a fixed
point. Instead of watching all tho
flowers Of a season flle past In order.
a. though they were soldiers at 4 re-.
view, 1t In more interesting to take
bit here and bit there according
as caprice or interest may dictate.
And tho wild sweet summer. an
Wordsworth says. "naunts" all its
beauty on the wild rose. II bursts out
on tho thicket, It takes posscssion of
~'" "S"sNA""s ~ uiobbOub on InG
waste place, Like a million small
and happy faces its buds open, till tho
earth In glowing with their beauty.
Yet the fragile bloom Will scarcelv
bear to be pluckcd and it's stay with
M In as brief ms that of the datfodil
But n very little while and the METAL.
hutter down and the rank grass and
summers dark green reassert them.
selves.
OF wild Towering shrubs there IA
mono more dominating while IL lasts
than tho broom. It's rough prcdeces.
sor. the gorse, only gives n taste of
the effect 1t produces. Tho gorge a.
always throwing out blossoms. hut
even Mt Its best It is as bronze IN po,d
compared with tho great yellow mas
Of tho broom in flower. On the Surrey
commons It makes brave show. but
II not 80 commanding as on tho vrcat
wastes Of the north. where II sprcads
out into vast stretches of blazing and
shining gold. In the days Of our you,h
old men remembered. or OF them their
fathers had told them. tho huge fields
of broom. tho bushes of which were
taller than the tallcst man, that
stretch over what 10 now q cultivated