Diversions

Dominion, Volume 29, Issue 256, 25 July 1936, Page 22

Diversions

NATURE NOTE, 1936

The dandelions, the dandelions, bow splendidly they grow — 1 never knew a year in which they seemed to flourish so; i never knew a year in which such lots of them were seen Displaying golden faces where the grass is fresh and green.

The daffodils (my daffodils) have not done well ,at all; They came up rather late, and when I he drought began its call It caught the blosspins on the hop and left them dry and seared : It withered all the hanging heads as fast as they appeared.

The yellow grace of daffodils it vanished like a flash, But there those blessed dandelions achieve a golden splash: It is. I own, a handsome splash, but what I say is this: That dandelions are merely weeds that none would deeply miss.

In other words, the weather helped the yellow peril through; It smiled upon false mintage while it frowned upon the true; So I should say it proved itself a dastard drought indeed Which withered up the daffodil and gingered up the weed. "Lucio,” in the “Manchester Guardian.”