Summertime To-morrow! Don’t Forget The Clock

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 80, Issue 226, 24 September 1938, Page 12

Summertime To-morrow! Don’t Forget The Clock

“I STOOD IN ECSTACY, AFRAID IT WOULD ALL VANISH,” SAYS “POND LILY.”

Dear Wendy,—Rat-a-tat. Oh, de forgive me for playing truant again but the worst of it is 1 haven't a suitable excuse this time, so we’ll put i down to laziness. Well, Wendy, how are you? Very well I hope, and alsc all the Ites. 1 have been on and oil the sick list for a long time now, bul am feeling much better just at pres ent. It is only six weeks since I cam< out of Wanganui Hospital and it 1: the second time in six months. Oh, dear, I can smell the fragrant scents of spring floating round in the air, and it does make one want to skip and sing like the dear frolicsome little lambs and the golden-voiced songsters as they take a short., rest from flitting to and, fro looking to the wants of their little fluffy babies.

I took a stroll down through the bush to-day and 1 drank in the beautiful scents and watched the mother magpie feeding her young. Everywhere I looked spring had put a new life and light into things. The wattle trees are once again a golden mass and down in one shady corner there were two or three pear trees heavily decked with a spring mantle and undet them there were clumps and clumps of bulbs waving and dancing ir. the breeze. I just stood in ecstacy, afraid it would all vanish as in a dream. 1 could hear the liquid notes of the tuis, the lazy drone of the bees, the raucous cry of a magpie overhead, and somewhere across the gully came the sound of a woodman’s axe, and from all sides came the plaintive bleating of the lambs and the answering "baa” of the mother sheep. Spring is my favourite season and I never tire of looking on Mother Nature’s marvellous works at this time.

I have a pet lamb which I have named Shirley and she is a cuddlesome little darling and is brimtul of pranks. Well, Wendy, I must close, though I could wander on and on describing spring and all her glories. So cheerio for the present and I will be i a truer Ite in the future. With I fondest love to yru Wendy, and all the I Ites.—From “POND LILY” (or a 'Spring Admirer), Turakina. I Thank you, dear, for your kindly ' enquiry. I am afraid, though, that i lots of our Ites are in Sick Bay. The I measles appear to have taken on : epidemic proportions. Isn’t it woni derful to think the spring is here? ; Spring is my favourite season, too. I am so pleased you are now out of I Sick Bay. I hope your recovery will be permanent.—Wendy.

‘I MILL MISS MY DEAR OLD RATA PALS,” SAYS “SERGEANT DAN’S PAL.” My Dear Wendy,—How is everyone belonging to our happy band of Ites, and of course yourself, Wendy? Are there so many Ites writing lately, Wendy, because I have written twice and my letters haven’t been in our page. "Princess Julia I” has gone away for three months. "Rata Spray,” how did you enjoy our next door neighbour’s birthday party? I have found you out at last. “Dawn III,” how do you like housework instead of milking cows? Well, “Princess Julia I,” you asked how I enjoyed the masquerade ball; I enjoyed myself pretty well, but my pal was a little unhappy over something. "Stranger's Daughter” I have found out who you arc. Your initials are Mrs. O. "Pauline Potoa,” are your intials J.P.? “Sergeant Dan.” have you forgotten me altogether? I have wonderful news; I am going to Auckland this month, but I will miss my dear old Rata pals, and my few friends in Silverhopc. Many happy returns of the day for th” ilth, “Tottie.” You live in Wanganui now, don’t you? "Stella.” so your sister Beaula is engaged. Well, I must close and leave room for the Ites. With all my love. I am—Your sincere Ite, "SERGEANT DAN'S PAL,” Rata. That is a strange thing, dear, for I have received no letter for our page which I have not published. I hope you enjoy your stay in Auckland. Are you returning to Rata later?—Wendy.