A Guide to the Wild Flowers

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Plants Growing in Rich or Rocky Soil: Deep Woods and Hillsides. In the deep woods spring is not proclaimed by the blasting of trumpets and the waving of gaudy banners. The inhabitants creep in softly and gravely and tahe their places; for the timid, the elfish, the proud and the solemn are all alihe in...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Plants Growing in Rich or Rocky Soil: Deep Woods and Hillsides. In the deep woods spring is not proclaimed by the blasting of trumpets and the waving of gaudy banners. The inhabitants creep in softly and gravely and tahe their places; for the timid, the elfish, the proud and the solemn are all alihe in their love of the silence and shadows of their home. Thcy shrinh from rather than attract the attention of passers by; and when seehing them we are impressed with the idea of intrusion. We arc not invited to their revels. It is the buzzing bee, the singing birds and the bright little animals that mahe merry with them. And when they are sorrowful and the seasons are darh, so that gleams of sunshine come but feebly through the tree tops; the dripping moistitre is Nature ' s lamentation with them. JACK-IN-THE-PULPIT. INDIAN TURNIP. (Plate LXX.) trtphyllum. FAMILY COLOUR ODOUR RANGE TIME OF BLOOM Arum. Green and pinhish purple. Scentless. General, April, May. Flowers: tiny; clustered at the base of a fleshy spadix, which is enveloped by a spathe, the point curving gracefully over the spadix. Leaves: two only; of three ovate, pointed leaflets that rise far above the spathe. Scape: erect; pinkish. Corm: turnip-shaped and abounding in farinaceous matter. Fruit: a mass of scarlet berries. Jack-in-the-pulpit Preaches to-day, Under the green trees Just over the way. Squirrel and song-sparrow, High on their perch, Hear the sweet lily-bells Ringing to church. Spring has hardly thrown her green mantle over her shoulders when the quaint preacher rises in his pulpit, and in language soft and solemn speaks to the rustling elves and spirits of the woodlands. He is a sturdy fellow, and we believe what he says must be thoroughly orthodox; although we l...