Shiner gazette. [volume] (Shiner, Tex.) 1893-current, 1909-08-19
'TZoNERJ ZINaT oREHZRE AN0 .SaIz1l:: :"

Those who only visit the country at
weekends. or other intervals. cannot
help being struck with the fact that
there is nearly always dominating
flower; that Is to say. one which In
lull bloom takes possession of the land
scape and attains temporary mastery
over all others. On comparatively
small but definite scale, this Is wit
messed in the garden. This Is daft
fodil time" we exclaim one day In
our Joy at seeing the ground become
yellow with the blooms of this flower.
But in a little while I've weep to see
you haste away so soon" The life
of flower has long been used as a
metaphor for all that is most fair
and transient For little while only
does the fresh purity of the color re-
main. Seed-pods are formed, the pet
ais wither, the beauty passes. 1t is
part of procession, and In the very
act Of breathing a sigh of regret that
wlla,s is SO fair SHOULD be SO eyanes.
Gent, attention is caught by new set
Of florets that swell out till they oc-
cupy the place Of those that have
faded. The daffodil, either ir the mass
or the individual possesses kind of
wlstfulness such as might come from
gazing from the outside of some i'm
passable gate over those fabied plains
wherein the ancient dreamed 1t grew
But the tulip when dominant is of an
opposite character. AN embodiment
of color without fragrance, 1t com
bines with the butterfly to show gay
ETY. unmixed with sentiment The daft
| fodi is a romantic maiden. the tulip
a tripping ballet Girl. exquisitely
dressed. satisfying the taste for color,
but touching no emotion. How differ
ent with the rose. age cannot wither
nor custom stale her infinite variety"
In the rosary of the rich, in the gar
den plot of the poor, embellishing a
pergola or covering the cottage walls,
1t tells the same tale, and suggests
the same old song, "Oh, my luve is
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 is nc
smile finer than that of the "unfad
ing rose.
Its mention carries us back to the
fields. A garden close Is well. but
"a diyiner and more pellucid air
hangs over the wild thicket and hedge
row where the dog rose is in its glory
The wind blowing over grass anG half
grown corn when the wild rose is al
its height, dissipates tie garden senti
nent 1t is a dominating flower II
early July, and so we appea. to b,
taking our pageant backward almost
But, indeed, the best of procession
is not always to be seen from f1xet
point. Instead of watching all tn,
flowers of a season file past in order
as though they were soldiers at re
view, 1t is more interesting to TAX
a bit here and bit there according
as caprice or interest may dictate
And the wild sweet summer, a
Wordsworth says, "1aunts" all 1t
on the thicket, it takes possession O
the hedgerow. 1t blossoms on tn
waste place. Like a million sma
and happy faces its buds open, till tn
earth is glowing with their beauty
Yet the fragile bloom will scarcel
bear to be plucked, and its stay wit
us is as brief as that of the daffodi
But a very little while and the petal
flutter down and the rank grass an
summers dark green reassert then
selves.
OF wild Towering shrubs there
none more dominating while It last
than the broom. Its rough predece
sor. the gorse. only gives taste {
the effect It produces. The gorse