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But with modest behavior they appear well covered in their coats of Tan, genuine sun, or bought in a bottle. I seem to be wandering around far afield from Starved Rock in mid winter! I liked your "Forecast", for a small boy can find wonderlands in a walled garden, and one particular ash tree with the small spoon-like seed pods stands out as a spot for games with tiny people. I go round that backyard now naming each feature in turn, a solid wooden fence on the north side, a high picket fence with no gate on the east, and a brick wall across the south shutting off the neighbor on that side. First the asparagus bud and the charming whites? it produces where grown up; then sweet-peas and being sent to cut them; then buds of roses next, & white lilies last. A juniper was in the corner, the name delights me; then an oak with its acorns, and the ash before several lilacs and an elm in the south-east corner, where against the cool wall was the bed of lilies of the valley, and plenty of mosquitoes when you were delegated to pick them! And your Sunday school teacher told you nothing could harm you with lilies-of-the-valley in your button hole. A crab apple tree and syringa next, that powdered your nose with yellow when you smelt of it. And finally a real civil war army tent, with drawing on it soldiers had made. And that marked the boundary between the backyard & the front, with its horse chestnut & mountain