"Don't you know we cannot hurry the seasons. It is no good. If you are in winter, in the faith time, why, be content."
"Yes, spring will come, I will wait," he said again, and I too knew that spring would come.
I loosened my hand gently and we walked back under the bared boughs of the lime trees, a tangle of grass, weeds and ferns, and a rustling of brown fallen leaves at our feet. A hush as of going to sleep was in the air, and a robin from a full throat seemed to assure us that each season in its turn is good, and that spring never quite leaves the earth.
[INDEX]
ACONITE, Winter, [29]
Anemones, [10], [173], [235];
—Japanese, [186], [195], [233]
Antirrhinums, [54], [57], [101], [131], [132], [179], [181], [238]