The garden that I love Author:Alfred Austin Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Ill February 28.—'They are out! They're all out!' 'What? Which? Where?' It was Lamia who had come running in, to announce the above somewhat vague tidin... more »gs; and, among us, we fired off those more precise inquiries. ' Why, the bees, of course, and, with them, two sulphur butterflies.' Sure enough, out they were for the first time this year, making such music as never was, on the only instruments as yet accessible ;to their delicate touch. It has been a long, lingering winter, and, though it is the last day of February, one has to go hunting in the warmest and most sheltered nooks, to discern here and there a few short- stalked primroses. But the wind has veered to the sanguine south ; the sun has routed everycloud from the sky; and the winter-aconites, hitherto offering only button-shaped buds to the view, have opened wide their eyes; and it is among them that the bees, announced by Lamia, are so busily buzzing. Need I say that we all sallied out to behold this first indication, and hear the first notes, of adumbrated Spring ? We are not bee-keepers, for the bees keep themselves, and have a vast establishment deep under the rafters of one of the farm-yard sheds, which were fully described when first—eheu fugaces I I see it was thirteen years ago—one began to coo like a self-complacent cushat, as Lamia puts it, over the garden that I love. Veronica occasionally betrays her housekeeping propensities by asking if we male creatures are not going to do something towards bringing in a portion at least of the honey there must lurk in the invisible home of the industrious community. But we give her no encouragement, and again plead that this is Liberty Hall, where even bees are to be allowed to work undisturbed, at their own sweet will. ' They are repaying us now,' says...« less