April Twenty-eighth
So ruthlessly has the trailing arbutus, or "May-flower" as it is called in New England, been destroyed, that in places where it was once common, it is now almost extinct. Of its odor, Neltje Blanchan says: "Can words describe the fragrancy of the very breath of spring—that delicious commingling of the perfumes of arbutus, the odors of pines, and the snow-soaked soil just warming into life?"