CHERRIES AND DAFFODILS.
The beauty of England never more warmly welcomed the holiday maker than this Easter. The loveliest single spectacle that delighted the eyes of some of us was an old cherry orchard in the Home Counties. Beneath the boughs just coming into full flower danced a host of daffodils at their very perfection. Kew itself could not surpass the largess of colour. It is interesting in motoring through the country to see how certain counties excel in particular trees. The peculiar glory of Hertfordshire is the wild cherry, now in flower. It is one of the common trees and grows to a considerable size. Easter was glorious enough, but it came perhaps a week or more too early for Buckinghamshire, where the green of the beeches at their best is as eloquent of spring as the Bushey chestnuts or the Huntingdonshire oaks. It much excels the boasted green of the exotic larches that ravished Tennyson, but offended Wordsworth.
W. BEACH THOMAS,
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