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Even the bold dandelions, the hobble-de-hoys and tom-boys of meadow and hill, peeped out with a wary circumspection that belied their nature. For all of them had been burned to the very roots of the roots. But the sun came warmer, more insistent, and kissed the scarred, brown body of earth and warmed it. Life stirred within.
Along the edge of the path, where the dandelions and plantains are thick with seed, the greenfinches will come down and select those they like best: this they often do by the footpath beside the road. Lastly, the apples become red; the beech in the corner has an orange spray, and cones hang long and brown upon the spruce. The thrushes after silence sing again, and autumn approaches.
"You're supposed to be quite complete there. And it is heaven, isn't it, Rose? See how everything has been let in together the dandelions and the irises, the vulgar and the superior, me and Mrs. Fisher all welcome, all mixed up anyhow, and all so visibly happy and enjoying ourselves." "Mrs. Fisher doesn't seem happy not visibly, anyhow," said Mrs. Arbuthnot, smiling.
There are some things that it is necessary to believe; doubt of them means despair. Vessons was conscious that he was being generous. 'You can drink a sup of whisky if you like, he said. 'Now I'm going, afore that bird notices, or I shall never get away. The bird sat in preoccupied silence. He was probably thinking of the woods and seeded dandelions.
Standing up thus against the large low moon, the daisies really seemed to be giant daisies, the dandelions to be giant dandelions. Somehow it reminded them of the dado of a nursery wall-paper. The drop of the river-bed sufficed to sink them under the roots of all shrubs and flowers and make them gaze upwards at the grass. "By Jove!" said Flambeau, "it's like being in fairyland."
The children, that six weeks before were playing in the snow and six weeks later would be searching the turf for dandelions, were in the listless between seasons state of comparative inactivity. There was a deceptive balminess in the air that seemed merely to overlay a penetrating chilliness. "I'm sorry I'm not more entertaining this afternoon," Jimmie apologized on the way home.
Their laughter rippled like brooks in summer, and their hands were like bands that bound the heart. Cookies and stories and long walks and picnics! Those had made up the beautiful days that they spent with her, roaming the woods and meadows, picking dandelions and violets, and playing fairy stories. It had been like a brief return of her old childish days with her boy comrade.
Well, I can just about stand it here until then; after that I'd go mad. This place bores me to death." Spring has come and gone. The lilacs and crocuses, the tulips and buttercups, have bloomed and faded; the lawn has had its sprinkling of dandelions, and the duff of their blossoms has drifted past the hemlocks and over the tree-tops.
And there was a picture of their father, a simple-faced man in an ample beard, taken at that period when photographs were highly glazed, and raised in bas relief. Least conspicuous of all was a snapshot framed in a circle of battered blue-enamel daisies, the picture of a baby girl laughing against a background of dandelions and meadow grass.
The dandelions carpeted the three lawns, they used to be lawns, but have long since blossomed out into meadows filled with every sort of pretty weed, and under and among the groups of leafless oaks and beeches were blue hepaticas, white anemones, violets, and celandines in sheets.
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