We confess to a homely enthusiasm for clover - not the white clover, beloved of honey-bees - but the red clover.... We go through a field of red clover, like Solomon in a garden of spices.


Star Papers, Experiences of Nature, I (p. 96)


We confess to a homely enthusiasm for clover - not the white clover, beloved of honey-bees - but the red clover.... We go through a field of red...

We confess to a homely enthusiasm for clover - not the white clover, beloved of honey-bees - but the red clover.... We go through a field of red...

We confess to a homely enthusiasm for clover - not the white clover, beloved of honey-bees - but the red clover.... We go through a field of red...

We confess to a homely enthusiasm for clover - not the white clover, beloved of honey-bees - but the red clover.... We go through a field of red...