|Trailing Arbutus (Epigaea repens)|
I have been posting excerpts from Susan Fenimore Cooper's almost-unknown book, Rural Hours, which is a journal of the natural history and agrarian culture of Cooperstown, NY, circa 1850. Click Here for my first post.
Thursday, April 27th.— The arbutus is now open everywhere in the woods and groves. How pleasant it is to meet the same flowers year after year! If the blossoms were liable to change—if they were to become capricious and irregular—they might excite more surprise, more curiosity, but we should love them less; they might be just as bright, and gay, and fragrant under other forms, but they would not be the violets, the squirrel-cups, and ground laurels we loved last year. Whatever your roving fancies may say, there is virtue in constancy which has a reward above all that fickle change can bestow, giving strength and purity to every affection of life, and even throwing additional grace about the flowers which bloom in our native fields. We admire the strange and brilliant plant of the green-house, but we love most the simple flowers we have loved of old, which have bloomed many a spring, through rain and sunshine, on our native soil.