CHAPTER VII.
And I now recall the impressions of springtime, all the fresh splendor
of May; and I remember vividly the lonely road called the Fountain
road.
(As I am endeavoring to put my recollections into some sort of order I
think that at this time I must have been about five years old.)
I was old enough at any rate to take walks with my father and my
sister, and I went out with them this dewy morning. I was in ecstasy
to see that everything had become so green, to see the budding foliage
and the tasselled shrubs and hedges. Along the sides of the road the
grass was all the same length, and the flowers in the grass with their
exquisite mingling of the red of the geranium and the blue of the
speedwell, made the whole earth seem a great bouquet. As I plucked the
flowers I scarcely knew which way to run; in my eagerness I trod upon
them and my legs became wet from the dew--I marvelled at all the
richness at my disposal, and I longed to take great armfuls of the
flowers and carry them away with me.
My sister, who had gathered a sprig of hawthorn, one of iris and some
long sheath-like grasses leaned towards me, and took my hand, and
said: "You have enough for the present; you see, dear, that we could
never gather all of them."
But I did not heed, so absolutely intoxicated was I with the
magnificence about me, the like of which I did not recall ever to have
seen before.
That was the beginning of those almost daily excursions that I took
with my father and sister, and that I kept up for so long a time
(almost to my boarding-school days). It is through them that I became
so well acquainted with the surrounding country and with the varieties
of flowers found there. Poor fields and meadows of my native country!
So monotonous, so flat, one so like another; fields of hay and daisies
where in childhood I would disappear from sight and hide under the
green vegetation. Fields of corn and paths bordered with hawthorn, I
love you all in spite of your monotony!
Toward the west, in the far distance, my eyes sought for a glimpse of
the sea. Sometimes when we had gone a long way there would appear upon
the horizon, among the other lines there, a straight bluish one; it
was the sea; and it lured me to it finally as a great and patient
lover lures, who sure of his power is willing to wait.
My sister and my brother, of whom I have not spoken before, were
considerably older than I; it seemed almost as if we belonged to
different generations. For that reason they petted me even more than
did my father and mother, my grandmother and aunts; and as I was the
only child among them I was cherished like a little hot-house plant, I
was too tenderly guarded and remained all too unacquainted with thorns
and brambles.
