Evening star., 1932-06-11
THIS AND THAT
BY CHARLES E. TRACEWELL.

bringing scores Of the "beggar's lice" at
tached to sides, stomach, chest, paws,
etc.
In this way nature attends to her
knitting.
There Is form of wild thistle In the
lot, too. which bears purple flowers in
late Summer.
As for vines, we have the woodbine
or honeysuckle, the Virginia creeper
and, alas, the poison ivy.
Right now the honeysuckle, In its
widest and most rampant form, scents
| the entire Weedery and neighborhood,
for that matter, with its fine fragrance.
Here Is q curious thing-that per-
fumers never seem to use the honey
suckle, at least by name, although It's
odor is favorite with most people.
A stray bitterSweet grows here and
there against tree trunk, but loveliest
and most feared of the vines is the
poison ivy.
Later those nice green leaves will take
on a beautiful red tone which will be
trap for the unwary and the ignorant.
Man got his idea for Ignorance is no
excuse" from such things. The little
child who happens to plunge through
here Is just as liable to suffer as any
one.
In early Spring few stray tulips
grew here and there, probably cast out
from cultivated gardens. For this Weed
ery Is a garden, too: let there be no
mistake about that-a different sort Of
garden. of course, but q garden, never
theless
Even several iris plants grew there
before the great rush Of vegetation be-
gan. Then they we're smothered out
lost to sight beneath the billowing
masses of weeds, these strong, sturdy
things which felt the call OF sunshine
and early rains, and which never heard
themselves called. in sneering tones,
those weeds" but probably preferred to
think OF themselves. If they thought at
all, as go-getters," fellows able to make
a great deal Of growth from shoe
string. tough bozos willing TO endure
! hardship and to triumph;
| They are beautiful, IN their way, but
let no passerby make a mistake -
! They are beautiful only in the
II one should attempt to make a
bo,1ouet out of them he would shortly
discover hts mistake.
In vase they lose their beauty and
| become scraggly things with rudi-
mentary fowers-in a word, the weeds
they are.
They are like certain people who get
beyond their social depths, and md
| themselves tremendously at sea-indeed.
Ill at ease and wondering why they
ever left home.
These weeds, in the Weedery. are
beautiful and grateful to the eye OF the
beholder, but In the vase in the house,
| IL they get that far. they become mis-
placed bits of vegetation.
These little daisies here-tthese here
! little daisies, why not?D are too puny
! for a vase. too white in the green, too
| green in the white.
| One had thought to gather q collec-
ton Of wildings which would make a
pleasing Arrangement indoors. a sort OF
| floral novelty. which Visitors would ad-
mire. and about which they might ask,
Why, where did you get these little
! flowerS?"
One looks at the mass of-er, weeds
! in ones hands. and then puts the vase
back on the shelf. and the poor flowers
back into the lot from which they came.
They were beautiful, appealing. there;
ugly, here 1t is a lesson which Nature
teaches, if the gardener will have
enough sense to accept it.
The cultivated garden. the cultivated
plant. is a different thing from the
wild garden. such as this Weedery. and
the wild plants commonly called weeds.
If We could see the species Zinnia from
which Herr Zinn grew the modern gar
den Zinnia we would find it no more
| acceptable perhaps. than these wild
daisies which thrive SO luxuriantly in
| their Weedery