The Marietta journal and courier. (Marietta, Ga.) 1909-1918, 1911-09-01
sin the Saxon months of blossom,

"In the Saxon months of blossom,
When the merle and mavis sing,
And dust OF gold falls everywhere
From the soft midsummer's wing"
Everyone longs to wander where
woods are green and sweet little breez-
es come floating on waves OF heat like
foam on rippling incoming tides. On
such day imagine the 10y of roam
ing about Tranquill4 with congenial
spirits who know every tree and flow
er, shrub and vine and vegetable in
the garden.
To be sure it is delightful at all
times in the house especially when
the bright presence OF the one who
makes the home is there, and nothing
could be more pleasant in the way OF
place to spend a while than the wide
back veranda on summer morning,
but going over into the bit OF "iorest
primeval" beyond the alfalfa meadow,
is like trip to a new land. Only a
few hundred yards from the avenue
and the railroad in front OF the house,
which is 8 brick mansion seventy
years old at least, and the trees are
standing just as they may have done
for centuries. No monument nor edi-
fee OF stone built by human hands is
so wonderful and impressive as . giant
tree Marietta has many great oaks,
sweesgums, sycamores and poplars,
trees that are priceless for their
grandeur and shade, but among those
at Tranquilla are many that are so tall
and straight they seem like the pillars
| in leaf-rooied cathedral. There are
also many tall, but slender, wild cher
ry, wild plum. black-gum and oak
trees like grown up children ming
ling with their elders and the dog
wood, persimmon and other small
underground like grandchildren play
ing at their feet. The place is 80
cool and still and restful. No wonder
some one has placed a bench against
one OF the trees for a trystingplace.
From this retreat you can see across
the meadows, so green with peavines
and cane and grass, the fields Just
shorn OF their grain crops, clumps OF
trees for COWS to lie under at noon, and
the great wooded slopes OF the two
Kennesaw Mountains
Then you go back along a double
hedge of fg-trees and blossoming
| cannas, under long rustic pergola OF
wistaria banksia roses, into
the garden where vegetables, savory
herbs and roses grow together. Beyond
the garden is patch" OF corn and
a small apple orchard. The clump OF
English lavender is in bloom and the
sage with prettier foliage and SINH
lar fragrance adjoins it. In such hot |
hours the bees are hiding in the okra
flowers under their tropical leaves
The altheas are wide open, but the
roses droop except the fresh little buds
whose hearts are closed to the sun
The elder berries are only ruby red,
far from ripe, but the birds are feast
ing upon them already. The golden
glow and white fever few are in full
bloom and many other old timey |
flowers with clumps of ribbon crosses
and "snow on the mountain giving
a fresh look to the garden. The prim
"lady fingers" are dropping their pur
pie blossoms and the honeysuckle
vines are showing yellow leaves.
The whole place seems taking a
siesta in the noon of the year, and
even casual visitor understands how
we'll the name suits the fine old house /
! and trees and wide meadows-Tran
qullla. A l.. G.