The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1913-03-09
The Season at Hand

Spring is here. You don't believe it, 81
Go look In the woods and see: go dig in
the back yard ana yAe; go gaze on the
dandeliona and people in the park. ana
know that spring had birthday a
very short time ago and that the days
to follow are going to BIO filled witt, i
everything that is lovely. Why, tho
whole town is a-slittar with newStan5
shoes. and the windows are blossom
Ing with gay bonuets and gowns. You
need only to look for space AZ TIA
haze around the trees and all rropiDp-f.
things and note the woody appearances
OF all winter hats and furs to know
that you want to give then hats to the
the woods, where there are the pinkest
sort or nubs and bumps on all the peach
trees. Why.sof cou--e, spring is here,5S
Besides. isn't everybody planting
seeds? They seem to have passion
for gardening. besides the faith Of an
early Christian martyr that the sthinra
are really going to grow. You hang
over the fence and inquire with solicit
tude of the kneeling figure In your
neighbor's yard hat she Is planting.
She is a brand new BRIDE and her bit
or garden and window boxes are her
dream OF delight tor this season.
don't know. exactly" she answers
you. the while she is training n per-
iecliy ocnd vino onto nice new trel-
us. Last year [ bought the prettiest
package OF seeds and sowed them In
my boxes and everything on earth came
up except the pictures on the PAPER. So,
you see it's rather, a lottery, and n
shant decide until ] see what reailvs
grows" 80
She is simply mad to dig, and dig aha
VIII and plant she will. whether any
garden grows or no. and the hours ana
Gays go by when she s9ueezes the
bulbs to sec II they are alive, ana the
Sra e S fats 5 5enau u thu that
stairs is NIL but hailed with music and
speechmaking. know, because + say
him waving his little yellow face on
the coolest day, and right this minute
ne Is occupying in single state the very
best blue bowl on the living-ro
table You simply cannot control the
desire that you have TO poke in tha
ground and find out all tho lovely
things that arc happening around vel,
When you walk IN the woods you feel
n ,,h9 Wnisperings. 1t SENS fairy place,
and the story thac it tells is a ga,,xy
fabric of softest shadows, wrourht
WIN pale pink flowers and fresh rrrsen
.hiise. It Is stu and quiet, and tba$
hustt or it all says to your answorins.s
neart' Wait. oh, waIt. I know the
all coming true In such q breath 90
moment. VI " q
IT seems as though in this new tin.
OF the year that you must put al, tbn
old hates and worries ana noesa,,
thoughts behind you, because tha mr.
ana the sky and the earth arc so f1,lsf,
| WITH hope and promise of life that II
straightens out ali OF the pettinessesA
mat have throngcd the journey thromrh
the winter WheE the way Is scatte,..
Cd with pink posies and the blue mr.
cinths bloom In garden that / know
tho thoughts that crowd into vo,,,
brain are happy thoughts, and Tho
WORDS that you say to tho people thar
you pass are smiling words. you Know
the Kind II littlo W, ros that hon and
crinkle and gair.r burst with the Inv
OF things, and they only mean I1apni-
ness. You dig and dig in your own
back yard. and you walk and walk in
the woods that you have found. even
II they are only woods of imagination.
and wherever you are working and go.
ing you are finding that II is sprinc
and that all things are bright and beau
tiful and lifting brave, true hearts to
a promising sunshine. For you sec tho
flowers have turned their little pins
hearts to tho sun. tho hubby little
places on The peach troe will be snlcn
did blossoms before you know II. ann
the sprinEtime is ut last here.
BRENT WHIT.