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Identifier: wildflowerswhere00harr (find matches)
Title: Wild flowers and where they grow
Year: 1882 (1880s)
Authors: Harris, Amanda Bartlett, 1824- Humphrey, Lizbeth Bullock, b. 1841
Subjects: Botany
Publisher: Boston : D. Lothrop and Company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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thecoming of the crow-foot and dandelion until the witchhazel is in bloom, we have it in variety of shades; andwe need all the illumination that this opulent color cangive us. Sometimes they are but shallow cups which garnerthe golden light, like the cinque-foil and the inconspicuousladys sorrel, but they brim and beam with it. The warm,glad sun-color — so much of it ! — in the commonest things ;delicate gold of purest quality in the despised mullein; deepyellow gold in the celandine ; red gold in the solid corymbedheads of tansy; petals of beaten, burnished gold, like thecostly work for the temple in the buttercup — with whata polish it shines! All the golds that goldsmiths know arein the flowers of the field and the wayside flowers. Saffronyellow in the loose strife and the St. Johns worts and St.Peters worts and rock rose tribe ; daffodil yellow in theevening primrose and toad-flax ; gamboge, coarse, but gorgeous,in the rayecl-out elecampane, and in those purple-eyed daisies
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IN THE WILD AND WINDY TWILIGHT. WILD PLACES. 151 which make a field where they grow look as if it waslighted with candles. WILD PLACES. If one would know wild flowers it is necessary some-times to go to wild places. There is a ledgy hillside whichis as gay in autumn as a garden of the tropics withshining; beds of fern, and the changing; sumach and wildcherry blazing like an oriflamme, where the mountaincurrant trails its leaves of the color of wine when it isred within the cup. Down over it, along the zigzag lines ofshrunken water-courses, are lines of thicket, dark, dank andtangled with brambles — the veriest jungles, where theheaven above 3^011 is shut out, and the ground beneath isnow oozy with moisture, now treacherous with slipperystones. That was one of our haunts; and after nearlyevery other flower had gone, it was possible to find ablossom of the rich, rose-like flowering raspberry, andperhaps one or two of the unique and fine-flavored berries.Once, in November, even after t

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