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Tae “PoToMact: AN DORAPPATHANNOC K
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ginia hilltop. A forest of dainty white blossoms is massed on
each side of the house on the west. Countless numbers of min¬
lature roses they appear. On the east an avenue of the same shrub
meets the privet hedge, still other avenues of snowy-white blossoms
extend to the tangle of roses and honeysuckle, near the vegetable
garden.
Then, when summer comes, shrubs and flowers sparkle in their
gorgeous colors. There are masses of weigela, summer lilacs,
phlox, clematis, and calycanthus. Roses, iris, and other gay
perennials vie with each other in color and fragrance. [hey dot
the emerald lawn, some in the blazing summer sunshine, others in
the softened shade of the mimosa and the fir trees. Between the
flowering quince and the euonymus bush is sunk the shallow, con¬
crete bath forthe birds. With hearts filled full of the joy of living,
they chatter over their daily splash. Bees are lazily droning out
their same old summer song. Butterflies are flirting with their
favorite flowers. The timid squirrel peeps from the blossoming
shrubbery; but, like a flash, he is safe in the tall treetop. All
nature is in tune with the season.
If the Battailes and Gordons of the olden days at Prospect Hill
were ambitious for the future of the loved old garden, their
brightest hopes are realized. At every season it is one of the
loveliest in all this section of beautiful garden spots.
Dora C. JETT.
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