—a whole hillside scooped out and the hollow piled solidly with flowers, and pines curving around it above, and the river encircling it below, on which your boat glides along, while you look up through glimmering arcades of bloom.
But for the last half of June it monopolizes everything in the Worcester woods,—no one picks anything else; and it fades so slowly that I have found a perfect blossom on the last day of July.
At the same time with this royalty of the woods, the queen of the water ascends her throne, for a reign as undisputed and far more prolonged.
The extremes of the Water-Lily
in this vicinity, so far as I have known, are the eighteenth of June and the thirteenth of October,—a longer range than belongs to any other conspicuous wild-flower, unless we except the Dandelion
It is not only the most fascinating of all flowers to gather, but more available for decorative purposes than almost any other, if it can only be kept fresh.
The best method for this purpose, I believe, is to cut the stalk very short before placing in the vase; then, at night, the lily will close and the stalk curl upward; refresh them by changing the water, and in the morning the stalk will be straight and the flower open.
From this time forth Summer has it all her own way. After the first of July the yellow flowers begin, matching the yellow fire-flies: Hawkweeds, Loosestrifes, Primroses bloom, and the bushy Wild Indigo.
The variety of hues increases; delicate purple Orchises bloom in their chosen haunts, and Wild Roses blush over hill and dale.
On peat-meadows the Adder
(now called Pogonia
) flowers profusely, with a faint, delicious perfume,—and its more elegant cousin, the Calopogon, by its side.
In this vicinity we miss the blue Harebell, the identical harebell of Ellen Douglass
, which I remember as waving its exquisite flowers along the banks of the Merrimack
, and again at Brattleborough, below the cascade in the village, where it has climbed the precipitous sides of old buildings, and nods inaccessibly from their crevices, in that picturesque spot, looking down on the hurrying river.
But, with this exception, there is nothing wanting here of the familiar flowers of early summer.
The more closely one studies Nature, the finer her adaptations grow.
For instance, the change of seasons is analogous to a change of zones, and summer assimilates our vegetation to that of the tropics.
In those lands, Humboldt
has remarked, one misses the beauty of wild-flowers in the grass, because the luxuriance of vegetation develops everything into shrubs.
The form and color are beautiful, ‘but, being too high above the soil, they disturb that harmonious proportion which characterizes the plants of our European
Nature has, in every zone, stamped on the landscape the peculiar type of beauty proper to the locality.’
But every midsummer reveals the same tendency.
In early spring, when all is bare, and small objects are easily made prominent, the wild-flowers are generally delicate.
Later, when all