The old farm house and garden.

The old unpainted farm house, built of logs a century ago, had changed in the passing years to a grayish tint.  An addition had been built to the house several years before Aunt Sarah’s occupancy, The sober hue of the house harmonized with the great, gnarled old trunk of the meadow willow near-by.  Planted when the house was built, it spread its great branches protectingly over it.  A wild clematis growing at the foot of the tree twined its tendrils around the massive trunk until in late summer they had become an inseparable part of it, almost covering it with feathery blossoms.

[Illustration:  Old Corn Crib]

[Illustration:  The New Barn]

Near by stood an antique arbor, covered with thickly-clustering vines, in season bending with the weight of “wild-scented” grapes, their fragrance mingling with the odor of “Creek Mint” growing near by a small streamlet and filling the air with a delicious fragrance.  The mint had been used in earlier years by Aunt Sarah’s grandfather as a beverage which he preferred to any other.

From a vine clambering up the grape arbor trellies, in the fall of the year, hung numerous orange-colored balsam apples, which opened, when ripe, disclosing bright crimson interior and seeds.  These apples, Aunt Sarah claimed, if placed in alcohol and applied externally, possessed great medicinal value as a specific for rheumatism.

[Illustration:  The old farm house]

A short distance from the house stood the newly-built red barn, facing the pasture lot.  On every side stretched fields which, in summer, waved with wheat, oats, rye and buckwheat, and the corn crib stood close by, ready for the harvest to fill it to overflowing.  Beside the farm house door stood a tall, white oleander, planted in a large, green-painted wooden tub.  Near by, in a glazed earthenware pot, grew the old-fashioned lantana plant, covered with clusters of tiny blossoms, of various shades of orange, red and pink.

In flower beds outlined by clam shells which had been freshly whitewashed blossomed fuchsias, bleeding hearts, verbenas, dusty millers, sweet clove-scented pinks, old-fashioned, dignified, purple digitalis or foxglove, stately pink Princess Feather, various brilliant-hued zinnias, or more commonly called “Youth and Old Age,” and as gayly colored, if more humble and lowly, portulacas; the fragrant white, star-like blossoms of the nicotiana, or “Flowering Tobacco,” which, like the yellow primrose, are particularly fragrant at sunset.  Geraniums of every hue, silver-leaved and rose-scented; yellow marigolds and those with brown, velvety petals; near by the pale green and white-mottled leaves of the plant called “Snow on the Mountain” and in the centre of one of the large, round flower beds, grew sturdy “Castor Oil Beans,” their large, copper-bronze leaves almost covering the tiny blue forget-me-nots growing beneath.  Near the flower bed grew a thrifty bush of pink-flowering almonds; not far distant grew a spreading “shrub” bush, covered with fragrant brown buds, and beside it a small tree of pearly-white snowdrops.