Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1941-03-13
UNITED STATES SENATE.
Dear Sir:

ACdL Oh
"You will find inclosed an essay,
written about Is years ago by Senator
Josiah W. Bailey, which I thought you
might be interested in seeing. The dates
in the margin indicate the time at
which certain groups of flowers and
birds appear each spring. These are
correct for Raleigh, N c., and were
given by Mr.. Bailey SO that his obser-
vations might be checked by others.
VERY truly yours, E. B."
Once lover of nature, always lover
of nature. Although Senator Bailey is
now engaged with the defense program,
in which men, guns and ships occupy
first place, he is still interested in the
peaceful things of this world, too
THE Call of the Cardinal" as the
Senator ramed his article written dur
ing World War I, still resounds in
America, calling to all persons who love
peace anG happiness to work and fight
for American ideals.
We are taking the liberty of printing
today as much of the Senator's article
as we have room for. 1t will be inter-
esting for local nature lovers to check
up on the dates and natural happenings:
February Is to 20.
when the cardinals high and joyous
call breaks the winters silence in Feb
ruary, I think of Shelleys line, And
spring shall blow her clarion DER the
dreaming earth! and go to work on
my hooks, lines and rods, and am
cheered 10 the heart. The winter is not
over and gone, but I have a token that
spring is en- the way, that the pageant
of color and music, of beauty and
fragrance, has begun.
ALREADY the first breath of spring is
distilling perfume from delicious chalices,
and one may discover a dandelion in
the grass like a star breaking through
clouds. The white-throat trills a wistful
winter song. The japanese ounce is
about to flame forth, veritable burn
ing bush, before which one might well
take of his shoes. One may catch sight
OF an adventurous bee. Wrens and blue
birds are calling. Frogs are piping in
full chorus in the lowlands.
March l to TO-
Tomorrow white butterflies will be
dancing upon the kindly air There is
green along the willow boughs hard by
swelling streams. And now the robins
come in f1ocks to pair off and sing their
love songs before the break of day and
far into the dusk. The dove is sounding
his wooing call through the forests.
There are violetS. One may hope to
find the elusive arbutus on remote hill
sides. The peach and pear trees blossom
and plumS give forth fragrance. On
the ridge and along the borders the
redbud reminds us. Now crocus and
lilacs, pansies, hyacinths, jonquils, but
tercups, tulips, iris and daffodils.
March 20 to Is.
Suddenly the sassafras and silver
NAPLES will be tipped with old gold, and
the swamp naples with scarlet. Soon the
white oaks will be clad in silver and
gray, and the tasseling red oaks and
elms in garnet. The aspen also is decked
in tassels. New green is on the lawn
and in the pine tops, studded with gold.
Winter fingers in the birches and the
beaches. The crabapple Dungeons and
blossoms and intoxicates the moist air.
The mockingbird is singing. The blue
bird is nesting. There are lilies in the
meadow and laurel on the hillside, and
azaleas in the thickets We hear the
field sparrows evensong of praise. as
simple and true as the prayer of a
little child.