The Leader, enterprise and press. (Fitzgerald, Ga.) 1915-1921, 1917-06-04
For the Farmers Wife
By ]. Gordon Holt.

Do you remember how your grand
mother used to nave such beautiful
front yards? How did she do this
doubtless you have often asked your
self You remember how we'll you en-
joyed occasional visits to the old
home, and my! how you would open
your eyes when you neared the little
house in which grandmother lived.
You came up the big road and turned
down the narrow lane. You had been
driving all day and were tired, but
somehow there was feeling OF per-
feet satisfaction as you drove through
the narrow lane in which stood COWS,
hogs an geese. The quacking of these
akward birds told the secret, and after
all you would not be allowed to sur
prise grandmother now for the geese
told the dogs, and the dogs began to
bark. and then around the corner of
the house amid the thickness of beau
tiful beds Of old fashioned flowers
came the dear old lady with her hand
over her eyes looking at you to find
out who the strangers were.
How can this feeling of JOY be ex-
pressed! No one knows but you. The
fragrance of the old fashioned flowers
filled the air with their God-given per-
fume; tall branches of crimson holly
hooks waved their lovely flowers at
you; the dainty little snap dragons,
too modest to come forward hid
themselves behind sweet carnations.
1t was late in the day, and the sun
was just sinking behind the hills in
the distance. The morning glories
had bid the day adeu, but the multi
colored four oclocks were open to
take their place. You were at the
dearest place ON earth to you-your
grandmother
But what caused you to love the
dear little place so we'll? You al
ways wanted to so there and you
cried when father and mother were
ready to leave. You could hardly
hear the idea of leaving grandmother
because shetSould make the best amir
NAL cookies, and she would let you
drink little sweetened coffee, too
when mama was out, even if you were
ever so small Yes, these little things
with their enhancing spells held your
love for the place and the little lady
but the last thing you saw OF the place
on leaving was the waving hollyhock:
telling you goodbye. AS you drove
down the lane on your way home the
air lost its perfume more and NOR,
as you left the house behind you, ant
this last impression was ever will
you until you returned again.
What has become of all those old
fashioned flowers which used to be
so plentiful? 1t is surely discourag
ing to go through the country anC
see blank yards poorly kept, and
write this little article especially fol
the mothers who are born with beauty
in their heart and soul as we'll as il
outward appearance, that they may
help me in the undertaking l am now
trying, and that is to bring back the
old-fashioned flowers.
Any yard can be made beautiful by
few flower beds, climbing vine
some roses, and just little work. I
your yard is not what you would lik'
it to be this year, why not try t.
make it so next spring? Now is tn,
time to start, and the first thing to &C
complish is a determination &c
busy and let's restore the old-fashion
ed flowers.
When the glad May sunshine
Flecks the trees with gold,
And the lilac shadows
Vivid grasses hold,
When soft purple clusters
Lift their sweets on high.
Then l think OF lilacs
In the days gone byl
All, what fragrant flowers
Filled the sunny air, !.
Luring bees with beauty
Honied sweets to share;
All the joys of springtime,
All my childhood glee
In the days of lilacs
Come again to me.
-Minot.
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