November Bouquets Whatever may happen on St. Martin's day, November's
opening was floriferous beyond the normal, though often enough it is possible to pick bouquets of three score and more of different flowers. Belladonna lilies were in splendid flower. The sweet and rather delicate choisia blossomed profusely. Even broom and spiraea enjoy a second blooming, and bedding roses—especially with some President Hoover—opened flowers of June perfection. Are we to say that November (which opens the academic year) is the beginning or end of the year? It is a sowing month, a transplanting month. At no season do weeds spring more profusely. As the leaves fall from our nut trees the growing catkins leap to the eye, and as we transplant and break-up (as we ought to) our herbaceous plants we find the roots a'ready active. Our English year is, of course, a circle, continuous, with no beginning or end.
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