There's quite a crop of berries coming, but they are not ripe yet, and a tragedy to pick.

The pond lilies are just beginning to open by the thousand.

The lake border is blue with sweet-flag that is lovely and the marsh pale gold with cowslips.

The ferns are prime and the woods solid sheets of every colour of bloom.

I believe I'll go ahead with the wild flowers." "I would too! David, you do feel better, don't you ?" "I certainly do, Doctor.